Pleasure. It could go like this. (it did)
Begin with a steamy bath.
Afterward, sink into some soft pillows.
Let the breeze from the open window above your bed cool and dry your skin.
Follow your breath, but don’t fight the drifting in and out of vanilla sky dreams.
After a while, prop yourself up on those soft pillows.
Eat a square of Belgian Hazelnut chocolate while reading Solstice, a poetry collection by Emmy Pérez. (Her work is poignant, sometimes dark, true and always beautiful.)
After that, do whatever you want.