At Ease

When he enters a room, I feel relief.
The kind of relief that sweeps over me and loosens all tension or stress from my body.
Kind of like when I get myself really worked up and scared about something really stupid because of my wild imagination. It conjures up horrifying monsters, sometimes, when I'm all by myself, and then I realize that I'm just being silly and that there is nothing to be afraid of and it's just a matter of investigating shadows and creepy noises.
Like when I go to my closet to vanquish the blood thirsty terrors dwelling within and see that the scary monsters that were in there were just my jacket, hat and mitties that I threw over the folding chair, that moment when I'm sooooo scared, when my body was pins and needles of anticipation in pulling the string for my light in my closet to reveal the truth of my monsters, jacket and whatnot over a folding chair? Or scary, toothy, googly-eyed monsters?
If I could just get to the light, I could find out, and the mystery could be over!
The light, it's on, and it's just my jacket, everytime. And everytime I discover that me and my cat will live another day, I feel this great relief. This wonderful release of all my fears.
And when he comes to me, it's not that I feel that I never have to be afraid ever again. It's the relief that I know that with him here, I don't have to be alone to face those monsters. To turn on the light.