Curling up by a roaring fire on a stormy night.
Listening to the wind relentlessly batter the trees outside, while tucked underneath a warm blanket.
Hot chocolate with a drop of Baileys for pure decadence.
Warm, wooden socks.
Climbing into a newly made bed under a huge fleecy blanket.
Cuddling up on the sofa with your favourite film and someone special.
The twinkling of fairy and candle lights the only illumination in a room.
Watching the rain for from the comfort of your home.
Burrowing your toes into a deep, plush rug.
Getting out of a hot, lush bath and climbing into a fleecy dressing gown.
The knowledge that all doors and windows are locked, all curtains closed, and you are cocooned in your own little space.
Waking up in a warm bed, and remembering it is your day off.
Someone else’s too big t-shirt and cosy hoodie.
Fleece lined pyjamas in the depths of December.
Pouring rain, an amazing book, a warm blanket, and absolutely no plans.
This post is a response to the Daily Prompt: Cozy