Sunday, 16 February 2014

...and so to bed

The wind has blown and billowed the bedding; driving away damp and infusing linen with a freshness only pegging out provides.
Now comes the ritual remaking. Clean sheets, crisp pressed by jetted steam and smoothed taut; plumped up pillows against newly shaken,soft feathered quilt.
 The siren's song of sleep winds its way through my consciousness as, with skin still soft steaming from aromatic bath, I wearily clear away the detritus of the day.
My bed ,with all its cosy familiarity,  entices me to slip between cool covers and slowly unfurl; allowing limbs to languidly stretch and relax; whilst eyes, heavy lidded gently close.....finally ready to slide into sleep.

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