Forbidden Pleasures

Such as lolling around in bed way after the seven a.m. snooze button has been hit four times already, or lounging around with a cup of hot ginger-elaichi tea, dousing oneself in its flavorful aroma as I wander from room to room.
Checking in on my plants, taking a minute extra to ruffle their leaves, or caress the new-green shoots.
Dozing off in the afternoon, with my favourite fiction book spreadeagled on my tummy.
Cleaning the dresser and rearranging my favourite perfumes.
Basking in the smell of clean linen- and just-washed towels.
The liberty to not answer each and every phone call.
The freedom to not read through each of the hundred-odd emails I get each day.

The option to daydream about the blurry cloudiness of my phone's wallpaper all day....