Favourite Place; Described with Senses

Walking toward the most heavenly place on earth is a relaxing process.  Looking at the hard wood mixed with the deep soft purple and grey of the comfort is a visual magnificence truly hard to describe. The mind is at ease, instantaneously.

The wood feels rough, untouched, and yet oddly soft. Running fingers along it brings a sensual bliss that is only out-played by the feel of the comfort coloured in grey and purple. So soft, so welcoming, and smooth against bare skin. Engulfing the entire body in an effortless cocoon of delight.

The aromas change with the day and the season. Sometimes freshly brewed coffee can be smelled. Other times, a hint of lavender. Even unpleasant fragrances make their appearances, but it’s not minded. The sense of belonging and tranquility over comes every smell.

The tongue is either stale, or fresh. Minty, or chalky, and almost always searching for water. If this heavenly place were a food, it would be an after eight chocolate. Leaving your mouth longing for the next minty burst.

This heavenly place can be noisy, and so quiet and still… Sometimes at the same time. Deep breathing can be heard as clearly as streetcars and each passerby. Music can be heard, and alerts the body from its peaceful hibernation. Noise can be both a numbing relaxation, and the destruction of just that.

Where is my favourite place?    What is your favourite place?