Ariel, Pacific NW poet

I’m sitting, sipping a little Daydreamer tea that fellow poet, TL Cooper gifted me. My laptop, Pixy,  is still not charging up – so I have been using the desktop PC, MyLady, that rests on my bedroom desk. The hub of the home’s network, she doesn’t get much keyboard action but she usually is very active multi-tasking despite being quiet – a lot like me.   But the past few days we have been spending time together and I forget how cozy it can be to hide out in my purple room. I have a deep plum candle dancing, cushy lil’ cushion for my tushie, a cat purring at the foot of the bed, a fluffy blanket still warm from the dryer. Very safe, very secure …