In the far recesses of the house, down the narrow, twisted stairs
A cozy, squashy armchair awaits.
I break the ice with a strong coffee and a sagacious smile
Go missing for a stormy afternoon, away from the abhorrent chill.
A bustling, blazing fire, smelling of pine and cedar, warms the hearth
Waste time with me, your silken ivory pages.
Effortless ease in the warm haze, I go deaf to the world.