Hug

I need a hug. The kind of bug that engulfs you, that has pressure in it. Enough pressure to help calm my psychotic brain from being such a jackass.
But hubby isn’t home.
I have a friend that I could possibly ring and ask to come over and get a hug from but I don’t dare ring. Not because I don’t think they wouldn’t if they were actually able to but because I don’t want to know they are not.
I think that is one of the main reasons I don’t ask for help...