A vacuum where a protective, warm, nurturing body is supposed to be. An empty, vacant space all around me, about a foot or two. No protection (from Bombardment). Cool/chilly. Color like an insipidly flat, non-blue, non-clouded sky, with a sense of darkness. Still and quiet. Expands and darkens to form a buffer between myself and Bombardment, or between me and anyone who might abandon me.
Others don’t see; they’re unconscious, etc. Feeds into Angry. I want no enmeshment, no responsibility, no impingement of another’s needs on my own.