A collection of creature comforts
(In no particular order)
A bulky, threadbare sweatshirt.
A Hand-knitted muffler
A Chenille robe
A well-padded booth in a diner
A reading chair in a bookshop
A clean, orderly space.
Chamomile tea
Peppermint tea
Cinnamon tea
The sound of the furnace kicking in.
The sound of the door closing behind you
The sound of muffled traffic far away
All things plump
All things pillowy
All things plush
Thick socks
Thick soup
Thick snow
Puttering
Tinkering
Dawdling
Anything feathered
Anything flannel
Anything fleece
A bear hug
A backrub
A hot tub
Fruit-flavored lip balm
Flowery lotions
Herb-scented soap
Chocolate
Chocolate
Chocolate
Snacks ending in O:
Cheetos,
Fritos,
Doritos,
The smell of stew simmering in a slow cooker
The smell inside a bakery
The smell of a brand new book
Napping
Dozing
Drowsing
Folding laundry warm from the dryer
Letting in the sun in in the morning
Lighting lamps as the day darkens
Rituals
Routines
Ceremonies
Solitude
Silence,
Simplicity
About the Creator
Carol Driscoll
Carol is a freelance writer, compulsive reader, and somewhat sociable introvert.
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Comments (4)
Thanks so much, Emelia, I will definitely read Celestial Cascade!
So much sensory input! I hope you submitted this to the sensational challenge! I submitted a story called Celestial Cascade if you want to check it out! Loved reading this peice!
Thanks, Kylara!
The part 'chocolate, chocolate, chocolate' made me smile! Loved to read it.