A few years back, one of my sisters and I went to Grand Rapids, MI to visit a great aunt. We stayed in a really old, ornate bed and breakfast. There was no one else staying there and the owner had a very spooky vibe. The bathroom was way down the hall and I, of course, had to get up in the middle of the night, much to my dismay. My sister and I shared a bed that night and laughed ourselves silly with spooky comments. It was an hilarious night. My sister and I were safe together and secure that we could handle whatever came our way. In the silence of that old house, we were alone, but we were together. We had complete comfort and trust in being close. It was a rare adult opportunity to capture the kind of image seen above.
It gets harder as adults to relax completely and trust in the moment that all will be well - letting the body go and simply being alive and at ease is all that is required.