Awake, but with eyes still shuttered against the light of day, languidly, she stretched out over the expanse of the queen sized bed. Taking a gloriously, deeply pleasurable breath, she felt her limbs sigh in satisfaction.
Well, if limbs could sigh in satisfaction, I rather imagine it would feel like this.
Her lips curved upwards at the thought.
After indulging in another full body stretch, she opened her eyes, and gazed caressingly at her surroundings.
Perfect, she thought.
Brilliant, she added, a second later.
Turning the extra room in the house into her own personal library-study-bedroom had been an inspired stroke of imagination and one she gave thanks for quite often.
Apart from the comfortable bed's forest themed canopy bed frame and the picture window currently dressed in emerald green curtains, her other favorite part of the room was her wall of books housed in sauder barrister lane bookcases.
Patron to a variety of genres, it was so easy for her to spend countless hours traveling to other worlds and locales without ever having to leave her home.
She did, of course, leave the room, and her home-- everyday in fact-- for business and other forms of pleasure. But when she returned, particularly to her room of books and comfort, it was always with great delight and enthusiasm for her next literary adventure.