My Guilty Pleasure

This morning when I woke up, I woke up earlier than what my alarm was set for. I was excited about heading north to the mountains to snap the pictures that I wanted. However, if I didn't have anywhere to be this morning, and I had slept in later, then my guilty pleasure and I would have had a blast.

When I got up this morning, the temperature was somewhere in the high 30's/low 40's. It was great. I have the hottest room in the whole house so I tend to sleep and keep my bedroom window wide open with the screen in it. That way, when the rest of the house is in the mid 60's...my room is as well.....due to the window being open.

If I hadn't been excited about heading out this morning, then this is how my guilty pleasure and I would have spent the morning....................................................

I would have probably fell asleep a lot sooner than the time that I did. It was crisp and chilly outside, and every once in awhile a meandering breeze would fight its way into my bedroom. While I slept, the temperature would have dropped somewhat in my bedroom. I would have felt a cold icy hand of the breeze brush up against my bare shoulder, and I would have reached down and grabbed my guilty pleasure to protect me from its grasp.

My guilty pleasure is goose down...more particularly...goose down comforter. There's nothing inanimately comparable to getting and keeping warmth than goose down. When the icy hand reached in and brushed my shoulder, I reached down and grabbed my guilty pleasure: my down comforter, and pulled it up over my shoulder which, involuntarily, causes me to slide down slightly and "bundle up."

I would have slept the whole night through in perfect warmth and the perfect temperature. When 7:30 rolled around like it did this morning, I still would have been sleeping. The sun would have attempted to peek its way over the trees, but my chocolate brown curtains banish it from entering my bedroom. I would have slept until about 9am or so, and then I would have woken up.

Considering I was the only one at the house this morning, my housemate was over at her boyfriend's house, I would have laid in bed briefly and then headed downstairs....donned in only the most elegant attire: a tank top...and pajama pants....and wrapped up and trailing my down comforter. I would have gone downstairs...and got my coffee ready: coffee that my brother brought me back from Jamaica. I would have then gone over to the couch and sat in the corner - scrunched up in my comforter and proceeded to check CNN, FoxNews, and ESPN.

I'd hear the grumble of the coffee pot getting annoyed because it had brewed its last drop of water and head back over across the cold hardwood floor and fixed myself a cup where I'd proceed to grab a towel from the drawer and head outside. The biting briskness would snap me in the face, and I'd make a graceful move of clutching to my down comforter and then gasp over having almost spilled coffee on it. I would have walked over to our patio set and dried off one of the seats and planted myself in it with my comforter...and guarded by my cup of hot and steaming Jamaican coffee where I would have proceeded to absorb the sun, the comforter, and the coffee's warmth and take a deep breath as I saw a woodpecker swoop close and a squirrel scurry up the tree.

Then I would have sipped my coffee.....smiled.......and thought, "I hope I get to speak to him today," and then I would smile....and take another sip.....wrapped in my guilty pleasure.