is a hot ceramic mug of licorice tea
and a book, curling up on the rug;
and lying in front of a warm fire -
with three feet of icy snow outside;
and the peaceful feeling of absolute bliss
which covers my hazy being;
and the wink of first twinkling star
as the fiery sunset melts into night.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.


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