Here are three ways I’ve "nested" my space to make it a true sanctuary:
The church basement smelled of lemon cleaner and old hymnals. Folding chairs were arranged in a lazy circle. A woman with silver hair played with a pen cap. A teenager with purple sneakers tapped his knee in time with an unseen drum. Nestee’s heartbeat was a small animal in her throat as she sat, palms sweating against the paper notebook she had bought for this exact moment and had never used. nestee shy
If you meant something else by please clarify (e.g., “nest egg shy,” “nesting instinct shyness,” or a specific individual/organization name). I am happy to rewrite the report entirely for the correct subject. Here are three ways I’ve "nested" my space