First Holiday Poem by Nosheen Irfan

I want my cup of tea in bed
And brown toast with chicken spread
I want a book to read, some classic
That travels through ages
But still doesn't get exhausted
What more can I want
A warm bed, the company of books
And tea with biscuits
Life is good with the luxury
Of sleeping at will
No alarm bells to shatter
The dream of half-awake cognizance
Where you control the steering
And manoeuvre your way to the wish
That you once cherished, you still cherish and will always cherish.