Luxuriating in
a blanket of cozy down,
upon waking up.
Showering–spirts of
bracing water tingle
while warm water sooths.
Jane Austen now leans
very close, her tales repeating
charming adventures.
Refreshed by Jane’s
Salacious gossip, plunging
into a sparkling warm pool.
Toweling dry and
swaddled in cotton sheets,
sipping mint tea,
as I go to bed,
I fall asleep while reading
a bodice-ripper novel.
This sounds like a pretty good fantasy. A cozy shower and some reading. Perfect! There was just enough detail that I could picture everything as if I was enjoying the fantasy myself.
Another peaceful literary scenario. Very simple pleasures and all seem a lifetime ago, hence the “fantasy.” Jane would have plenty to say about this lunacy called the “new normal.”
loved it
Thanks, everyone,, and i am sorry I have not responded earlier. My laptop has been undergoing some repairs since Monday, and it still needs some work.
Fantastic, descriptive poem!