The glow
of the fire
flushes cheeks
munching rapturously
on sweet treats
crafted by a wizard's
heart and hands,
her kitchen alive
with the savoury aroma
of tastes to come.
Sighs of ecstasy
fill the silences
between
the crackling
of the logs
as comfort
envelops the room.
Beside me,
corduroy legs,
shoes abandoned,
curl catlike
on the sofa.
If only I could
bend far enough
to untie
my laces.
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