She curled up against his warmth, reaching her zen
Blanketed in her faux fur wrap, pleasures of Saturday morning
Coffee at reach, book in hand, it was a perfect day to just be
He brushed against her long, golden tresses, nuzzling for attention
Then, she heard it, the full out demand for her focus
She pattered across the cool floor to the fridge, then poured him a bowl of cream
This is my Six Sentence Story/Poem for this week. Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for the prompt word “Blanket” and for keeping the ideas coming.