Outside it is dark and wet,
but not inside my blanket.
I sink into the soft fabric.
Winter warmth tastes like magic.
I cocoon in the thick quilt,
Allowing cushions to tilt.
A deep touch stimulation,
Sweet dreams turn to fruitaton.
Gentle fibres beneath my
fingers brush in between try,
to impersonate cats.
My mind erases the twats.
I am safe when I inhale.
I can relax when I exhale.
I curl, rocking side to side:
Rest is one heck of a ride.
Celadon tunes soothing eyes.
Craving sweet potato fries,
Chocolate marshmallows and tea,
This night will make history.
Cinnamon frosted latte…
Goodnight sleep is here to say.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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Comments (2)
Smooth cozy poem🥰I have to put that weight blanket on my Santa List for sure .
Cinnamon frosted latte, chocolate marshmallows and tea. You've made me hungry. Lol. Loved your poem!