Fall

Know what I like the most about fall? It's not the leaves changing, though they look amazing. It's not that my birthday draws nigh. It's not even that when the wind kicks-up just right that it makes my duster blow in the breeze like I'm on my way to a high-noon showdown. My most favoritest thing about the fall is when it's cold at night and I can finally use more coverings for sleep than a meager sheet, and I get into bed with a quilt and a blanket, and pull them around me in an orgasm of warmth and softness. That's by far the best feeling in the world.