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she laid the futon out with goodies, perfectly in alignment for one’s enjoyment pleasure.  the extra large heating pad, atop a feather pillow, a low cloth stuffed ottoman so one’s legs are appropriately raised, and layers of pillows and blankets to prop one’s head.

i crawled in. snuggling down into the heating pad pillow (i switched it on high).  slid my legs around and up onto the ottoman. wrapped the soft blanket around my legs. laid my head back and squished the little marroon neck pillow around until it fit just right.

the heat was radiating up into my back, my muscles, tendons, and frustrating other organs … and with breath, slowly, they relaxed. i realized i was melting and might want to offer sweetie’s creative cozy corner back to her. i’m headed to bed.