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fullygoldy) wrote2006-06-03 06:02 pm
fullygoldy) wrote2006-06-03 06:02 pm
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Meditation on Luxury
Today it occurred to me that the reason I particularly like to travel has very little to do with the places I'm going.
I love the luxury of turning down a freshly-made bed with crisp, clean, cool sheets, and slipping inside. And while I can enjoy this sensation in many permutations:
Slipping into the bed I made this morning
Slipping into the bed someone else made this morning
Slipping into the bed on 2nd day sheets
Slipping into 1st day sheets I've put on the bed
Slipping into 1st day sheet someone else put on the bed
Slipping into the bed still slightly damp from the shower, onto pretty crisp and clean sheets
Slipping into fresh sheets I put on the bed just before soaking in the tub
Slipping into fresh sheets put on the bed by someone else *while* I was in the tub
(Now run through the entire list again, but add "naked" after "slipping")
Nothing beats slipping into fresh sheets, washed, dried and folded by hands other than mine, and then smoothed onto the bed by someone other than me, knowing that when I awake in the morning and slide back out, someone other than me will also remake the bed and fluff the pillows so that when I return to the room, no matter what time, I can slip back into that perfect slice of luxury.
aaaaahhhhhh.
I love the luxury of turning down a freshly-made bed with crisp, clean, cool sheets, and slipping inside. And while I can enjoy this sensation in many permutations:
Slipping into the bed I made this morning
Slipping into the bed someone else made this morning
Slipping into the bed on 2nd day sheets
Slipping into 1st day sheets I've put on the bed
Slipping into 1st day sheet someone else put on the bed
Slipping into the bed still slightly damp from the shower, onto pretty crisp and clean sheets
Slipping into fresh sheets I put on the bed just before soaking in the tub
Slipping into fresh sheets put on the bed by someone else *while* I was in the tub
(Now run through the entire list again, but add "naked" after "slipping")
Nothing beats slipping into fresh sheets, washed, dried and folded by hands other than mine, and then smoothed onto the bed by someone other than me, knowing that when I awake in the morning and slide back out, someone other than me will also remake the bed and fluff the pillows so that when I return to the room, no matter what time, I can slip back into that perfect slice of luxury.
aaaaahhhhhh.