My favorite escape.
As you may expect, my favorite escape is a naughty romance novel, hot coffee, and perhaps a nice warm pastry… maybe a cinnamon roll. Coldplay is playing, and I’m curled up in my favorite cozy (non-ugly) sweater, comfy yoga pants, and fuzzy socks. And no one is home. Just me. Alone. No interruptions, no distractions.
In my fantasy world, my favorite escape is a little different. I’m lounging by the ocean, it’s warm, the sun is shining, and my tall sexy cabana boy is at my beck and call to fulfill all my needs. I might still have the naughty romance novel, but I’d definitely welcome the distraction of that cabana boy. He can interrupt me any time.
p.s. — My least favorite escape would be anything that’s more work than relaxation. Some people escape by cleaning or hiking or gardening. Those aren’t escapes for me. Too much work.