Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

I Love

   I love sleeping in. A chill in the morning air and warm blankets.
I love books. A stack half as tall as myself is not enough.
I love raw emotion. But i'll only show it when I'm alone at night.
I love vanilla. It permeates my soul on a deeper level than I can explain.
I love incense. Rich, rustic smells bring me alive.
I love quiet. It's soothing.
But of all the items on this short list of things I love...Myself is missing.
I'm working on that.