I often linger in my towel after a shower..
I’m not sure why. maybe because they are so fuzzy, so soft.. maybe because to invite the cold, foreign air in..would be ludicrous.
I sit on the edge of my bed with my arms wrapped around each other.. and let the water droplets fall from my hair. Each one a traveler ..hoping to make it as far as possible before my plush, yellow protector sucks them up.
perhaps I’ll find PJ’s in this room that is actually my closet.. or perhaps i’ll just snuggle up under my comforter and call it a night.. and sleep while my damp hair plays artist on the pillow.
