I once disappeared in the late afternoon
The winter sky dark, lit soleley by a cresting moon
Not a trail of breadcrumbs or a note left behind
My teenagers abandoned, for I was disinclined
To share with them my secret location
The ultimate goal was their alienation
Up in my bedroom I was at peace unseen
A good book and a big bed fit a queen
My guilty pleasure, my idea of heaven
A heated mattress pad cranked up to eleven
Were I wealthy, or even not quite so poor
I’d never get up and I’d put a lock on my door _________________________
The Daily Post, November 9, 2015, Daily Prompt: No Apologies~ What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/no-apologies/”>No Apologies</a>
