The feeling of being in a soft bed with a warm blanket and cooling sheets.
The blanket is pulled up to your neck, and your ears are cuddled by the pillow. You're in a haze.
Complete solace from all troubles, all you can see is the end of your eyelashes and the honey red bricks of your fireplace, which emits a beautiful sensation of heat, especially on this cold December Morning.
You smell your favorite candle, cinnamon, and lavender, such an odd pairing, yet it goes brilliantly with one another.
Smooth jazz in the background.
No work or responsibilities today. Today is for you.
You feel guilty for being this comfy.
You feel like it's wrong.
But deep down, if so, you don't want to be right.
OH, I am not describing comfort. I'm telling the feeling of love
But whether its a partner or a pet
love is comfortable.
About the Creator
Sasha Mirrors
I'm a poetic radical. I speak my mind. Writing is my passion, and I follow my passions and a change is gonna come whether you like it or not.
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