My Perfect day
Big, fluffy pillows on top a warm, soft bed.
A fire being burned in a small candle,
it’s fragrance filling the room with it’s sweet, fruity scent,
Soft music flowing from my headphones as I read the perfect book,
Running raindrops down the page
the water reflected from the window as it pours .
The pitter patter goes on, hitting the trees, my pane of glass
This is perfection in it’s simplest form.

Erin O.