Arethusa liked her cuffs. She hardly ever took them off when we were together. They were fur-lined and comfortable. And sometimes, when her Master has gone off to make a cup of tea, and toast with jam, they’d keep her feeling held.
And if, as Wordsworth claimed, poetry is the result of emotion recollected in tranquillity, then her sleep and its dreams were poetry.
She does look as if she needs a rest 😉
Tea, toast and jam looks like exactly what is needed in this scene.
I have a set that I hope to get to wear again some day
I love those kind of cuffs. I like tea, toast and jam too!
Lovely image. Peaceful
Just toast the bread on the bed, because that is hot!
I see a woman in the picture waiting for her Master to feed her 🙂