Cold days
Rainy or snowy
With a cup of hot chocolate
And lots of marshmallows
Or whipped cream
Sitting in the window seat
Gazing out the window
Reading a classic
Or any Vampire Academy books
Lazy days
The scent of jasmine
Roses
And lilacs
Floating through the open window
A cool summer breeze
Filters through
Sweet
Warm
Scattering the gossamer curtains
Pen in hand
Book in lap
Dark nights
Laying under the stars
Curled up next to him
His oversized jacket wrapped around me
His soft whispers
Tender lips
Caressing fingertips
Teasing
Tracing
Stroking
These are not memories of my own
These are not pleasures of my own
These are the memories of a hundred lives I've lived
These are the pleasures of a hundred other lives
These are the memories of worlds away
These are the pleasures I wish and dream about
