Cozy

 

My bedroom is now sorted. The bare old floorboards, all of different widths that echo their age have now been washed clean and as the morning sun flows into the room , they are almost dry.

I always think my bedroom feels like a little boy’s room.

It’s tucked up in the eaves, and feels cosy because of that.

And it warms quickly when the sun shines down from the South. 

Mary knows this, and has sneaked onto her favourite sunny corners of the bed.

She sighs loudly .

I climb onto the bed to write today’s blog and fall asleep within minutes, only pressing the publish button after stirring at dogs barking from the kitchen