After waking up, you want to spend more time in bed. And then it dawns on you like a dam break – today’s Saturday, and you can linger in bed. You can stick around in the coolness of the sheets, staying nestled in your sanctuary of comfort and contentment. Utter bliss.
The bed offers a respite from the outside world. Guilt goes for a walk, even as you register that others in the house are up, doing their thing, enjoying their Saturday. But for you today, your enjoyment is savouring minutes that pretend to be hours, stretching luxuriously, burrowing deeper, swimming in and out of shallow sleep. Utter peace.
Then there are the tactile delights. The softness of the sheets, the coolness of a thin razai, the soothing embrace of pillows envelop the senses. Bed-lingering is also passive daydreaming. In the hushed stillness, the mind is free to wander, conjuring up possibilities, savouring the firefly beauty of the now.
These stolen moments on a weekend morning are blissful, bedful.
