Spooning doesn't always have to be green.

Holy smokes, I haven't posted in days, damn it. I was doing well too, I had more than one entry in a month. And for someone who posted just fifteen entries for an entire year, that's saying something. But yea, last week, deadlines zoomed by, my bedroom got taken over by cousins on a vacation, and things have been mighty busy and chaotic.

At times like this, when your world is topsy-turvy and you feel like you've stepped out of your comfort zone, outside that security blanket; there's nothing cozier than to be on the receiving end of a warm bear hug. Skin-on-skin interaction has that calming, therapeutic effect on me, it seems.
There's something about someone touching me (n-no, not in that way) that makes me feel reassured, wanted, and cared for. And, that's how it works for most people, imo.

In fact, even science claims it to be true, by stating that touching triggers the release of brain endorphins. And endorphins, as we all know, is that substance that the brain releases to produce a general feeling of peace and contentment, albeit temporary. In geekier terms, "Endorphins are small neuropeptides that are produced by the body and act to reduce pain—hence, the name endorphin (shortened version of endogenous morphine)." -Chemistry Encyclopedia

Different kinds of touching, cuddling, snuggling produces that substance in our brain and creates for us a happy little bubble. And on today's Google search for "hugs", a Wikipedia result turned up, defining spooning as a "cuddling position, a kind of hugging when both the hugger and the hugged face the same direction." So no, spooning doesn't always have to be taken in that other context.