Hugged within a sweater, soft,
with cocoa sips, a lick of mint,
and pleasance of a pillow's plush
assuaging strains to fade away
asking stressful thoughts to leave,
return outside where they belong,
not here in this painless haven
where limbs and mind can sigh, unwind,
and eyes attend the flames' ballet
its pirouettes and bounding sparks
enthralling all within their glow
as hours slur, and warmth and rest
is all you ever need to know.