Her Haven
Lemon scent of tea rose around the room, giving her a lift.
Incredibly dainty laced biscuits with almond filling made her salivate.
She was finally relaxing after working the midnight to six am. shift.
She admired the homemade delicate doily tatted by her cousin Kate.
This is my haven, my restful place, my nirvana, she thought to herself.
She picked one of her most favorite novels off her walnut book shelf.
A lovely breeze wafted through open window, from the meadows so deep.
Within a few chapters, our heroine was comfortably soundly asleep.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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