Lazy
Her blanket was cold and she was loving every second her body drew the coolness out of it. She even rubbed her legs across the sheets to get more of the cold sensation from the other parts, since the former places were beginning to get warm from laying on it too long. She could not decide whether it was her deriving the cold from the inert sheets, or was it those sheets drawing her very heat. Does it matter? Not really, she was just so damn comfortable laying about on a hot summer afternoon. It somewhat scared her when her eyes began to close, slowly but inadvertently. The cozy bed with the cool linens were consuming her, luring her into a zone of comfort, a point of “no desire to” return. Ahh. She rubbed her left cheek against the cold pillow, smelling her own perfume on it. Sweet scent. Now she is glad more than ever that she got that particular perfume because of its refreshing quality, not strong at all, just sweet. She wondered what the man she loves think of her scent. Random thoughts now pass through her head, with no direction, no purpose, really random. Chaotic even. The bed was obviously winning, she is now at an incoherent state and she does not mind.
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