WHO MOVED IT…?
Artfully draped on the sofa used to be the supple embodiment of warmth, security and peace. I had seen it lying there unassumingly with a promise of tenderness that no similarity could furnish. I search but instead, I find the semi-soft, brown hump of much comfort undelivered.
Now, in my moment of exhaustion, I longed to be embraced by the smooth fingers of serenity, bathed in a tender heat that brings equilibrium to my soul as I gaze upon the fantastical images before me.
Alas, I must resort to the cold entrapments of a dissimilar caress as I battle against the urge to search for my true heart’s desire. As I slide down into the coolness of the strange swaddle, I resist the thought of comparison and vow to find my peace tomorrow…
This is a dramatic tribute to my favourite robe. I know that you may be able to relate to slipping to that favourite article of clothing after a long day and relaxing with a good book or a nice show.
For me, it's the small pleasures like silence, a clean robe or even sitting outside and watching nature that bring some balance to my often busy days. So I hope you enjoy and laugh!
