Warmth. Fuzzy, encompassing warmth. Welcoming, warm sheets, carefully laid, fully cocooned, enswath me. The gentle, persistent doze; Relaxed, total completion.
Slow, distant tocks separate molasses moments. I turn, my world becoming buried in feather filled darkness.
Dreams come and go, willing me to and fro, rising and falling from sleep. In the moments between, the moments where distant chimes explain the time, I realize that you are the giver of all good things, including this.
Calm. Secure. Peaceable praise.
Soft yellow shafts find my spot, and creep up the covers. The world of the living will soon intercede. But for a moment, I enjoy this flannel simplicity. Days will come when this cannot occur. I'll enjoy the clock's chime; the silent, perceptible peace.
A gift like this is rare. Celebrate it.