Perfect end

Rushing around,

a hundred miles an hour

hardly time to breathe yet stop.

Phone ringing, emails pinging

people talking loudly.

So much to do, so little time

End of the day is close.

Home again, breathe again

relax kick of my shoes.

Long hot soak,

candles around the bath

bubbles up to my ears,

soft music playing

finally resting

Ice cream with a flake

movie on the screen

curled up with you

a perfect end.

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