(I have been without internet for a few days…this is posted from school but I wrote it on Saturday morning.)
My legs slid into a silky smooth cloud. Next I was embraced by softness all over my body. My head sank into the pillow and soon I was relishing every fresh-smelling fiber. Warmth climbed up my spine to my neck. In my cocoon, I was like the tired hard working caterpillar. I settled in for my transforming rest in comfort. Sweet sleep overtook me too soon for me to enjoy the moment fully. Deep sleep.
In the morning, I awoke and emerged from my cocoon as a well rested butterfly, ready for a new day of flitting from here to there. The rejuvenating snooze had done its work and life moved on quickly as usual. I had a spring in my step because I knew that tonight; once again, I would be encased in warm, supple, smoothness. My mountainous task would be forgotten for a few blissful hours of unconsciousness. To tear myself away from this piece of heaven is difficult each morning, however, knowing that I will return at the end of the day makes it bearable. My own bed has never been so welcoming or so appreciated as it is now. I am home at last.