in for the night

it's nearly nine
o'clock and i'm
ready for bed. i
laugh at that.
friday night and
not a sinlge cell
or bone in my body
wants to venture
out into the fall
night air. not
for a drink, or
food, or quest for
affection. i am
in for the night,
with a stack of
books nearby.
a cup of tea, the
lights just
right, the window
open, the curtains
like soft hands
gentle and kind
on the breeze.
which book will
please me first?