Jan
31
Ensconced
I entered my room and approached my desk. A book lay upon it waiting for me. I stood a moment considering the smoothness of its cover and the graceful curves of its art. Then my fingers opened the pages of the book and I went easily into the word world. When I had finished I folded a page over to promise my return to the dear story.
I approached my bed. The bedclothes were laid upon it’s surface, pristinely placed. After locating the edge of the covers, I peeled them off and entered the dream world. Safely ensconced in warmth I would never have left, but the alarm clock sounded and pulled me out into the workaday world. I folded a sheet over to hold my lost dream while I was away.
