My Bed

Monday, March 31, 2008

This morning, my bed was so comfortable. I felt like I never wanted to leave. It welcomed me into its softness and enfolded me with intense pleasure. The warmth under my quilt was perfect to the coolness of the morning air.

It was a very nice way to wake up.

And it makes for a lullaby-ish, sleepy blog post.

It was luxurious.

Who ever thought I'd want to write poetry about my bed?

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