A warm, floral comforter. A soft blanket wrapped around the shoulders. Golden tea steaming in a large mug, resting on a honey-wood dresser top. Sunshine spills in through the window, rays on the covers. The winter wonderland outside shimmers. Wool socks keep toes toasty and limber. A hot breakfast still lingers in my belly. Samantha’s delightful giggle breaks the simple silence from time to time.
It is a beautiful day, despite the chill of January.
Why oh why do I have to write this paper?