Introverted Comforts

The sun has set, night comes again,

moonlight now floods my room.

I'm at peace snuggled in my bed,

cosy in my bedroom.

Candlelight flickers and dances

off the walls beside me.

I wrap the doona around me

slowly sipping my tea.

My window slightly cracked ajar,

cool air brushes my skin.

Cold winter breeze relaxes me,

my happy days begin.

I breathe a sigh of happiness

I'm in my comfort zone.

Silence fills the room around me

I love to be alone.

Comfortable and contented

Night-time is filled with glee.

Smiling, opening my book wide

I'm where I love to be.

Days are filled with anxiety

But nights are filled with joy.

Bundled up with my book in bed

Is just what I enjoy.

I love to immerse in my books

absorb stories and tales.

My books comfort me every day

of this, they never fail.

My books open up new-found worlds,

new people and places.

I can delve into foreign lands,

right by my bookcases.

I do not have to leave my home

to find my own pleasure

Comfort is found where I am safe,

relaxed at my leisure.

I love my introverted life

of simple joys and highs.

I feel so relaxed and happy

I slowly close my eyes.

Comfortable in my warm bed

I'll fall into dreamland

I'll dream of new places and worlds

Where not a thing is banned.

My books bring me so much comfort,

my dreams bring me delight.

I know the stories are not true

but they often feel right.

Night-time brings me so much comfort

I can forget my plights.

I love my introverted life,

I love the quiet nights.

Quiet introverted comforts

are what I so enjoy.

I spend nights quietly, alone,

it brings me so much joy.