Sometimes i feel that love is such an overused word. We love everything from tofu to toilet paper and usually people or pets. But what is love?
Love is warm flannel sheets.
Yes, i've crossed over to the love the sheets from the hate the sheets.
The way those sheets embrace my body, warming it, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort even in freezing temperatures - allowing me a restful sleep.
Waking and being able to stretch and feel that the entire bed is warm, even while the room is not.
This?
This is true love.
Love is warm flannel sheets.
Yes, i've crossed over to the love the sheets from the hate the sheets.
The way those sheets embrace my body, warming it, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort even in freezing temperatures - allowing me a restful sleep.
Waking and being able to stretch and feel that the entire bed is warm, even while the room is not.
This?
This is true love.
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