The sun has set, night comes again,
moonlight now floods my room.
I’m at peace snuggled in my bed,
cosy in my bedroom.
Candlelight flickers and dances
off the walls beside me.
I wrap the doona around me
slowly sipping my tea.
My window slightly cracked ajar,
cool air brushes my skin.
Cold winter breeze relaxes me,
my happy days begin.
I breathe a sigh of happiness
I’m in my comfort zone.
Silence fills the room around me
I love to be alone.
Days are filled with anxiety
But nights are filled with joy.
Bundled up with my book in bed
Is just what I enjoy.
I love to immerse in my books
absorb stories and tales.
My books comfort me every day
of this, they never fail.
My books open up new-found worlds
New people and places.
I can delve into foreign lands
Right by my bookcases.
I do not have to leave my home
to find my own pleasure
Comfort is found where I am safe
Relaxed at my leisure.
I love my introverted life
of simple joys and highs.
I feel so relaxed and happy
I slowly close my eyes.
My books bring me so much comfort
My dreams bring me delight.
I know the stories are not true
But they often feel right.
Night-time brings me so much comfort
I can forget my plights
I love my introverted life
I love the quiet nights
Quiet introverted comforts
are what I so enjoy.
I spend nights quietly, alone
It brings me so much joy.
Emilie Turner 