Like dough resting in the bowl in the hotpress - the big bowl specifically.

Full of warmth and fizzy yeast.

Affection and laughter,

Arguments and frenzied candour

Allowed to brew under a swollen cover of cling film.

Roundy and full.

The pillowy dough - a place for me to rest my head

When the world feels too loud and life insists 

On incessant continuation.