I’ve landed right here beside this frosty window with a view.
No televisions. No telephones. Just water, tall trees, wine, a fireplace, a featherbed, a book, and a view. Sure there’s a chatty innkeeper to avoid, but I’m clever like that. Once she leaves I prance around here like I own the joint. Carefully avoiding the other guests of course. Too much talking can really ruin a perfectly good getaway
I think I’m falling in love with this window. And pretty much everything here. I’m saving it all in my memory banks for future withdrawal. Like in a month from now when I’m breaking up a little boy fight, or rummaging through my desk for an envelope for a tooth, or gritting my teeth during a meeting, or repairing the broken pencil sharpener.
Okay, gotta go. Someone’s gotta bring the cozy back. May as well be me.