Pleasure

I like familiar things
Getting lost
Bike trips
Swing-sets and swimming pools
Lying under weighted blankets
My dog
Chocolate
Feeling skinny
Kissing you
Dreaming of flight

Dying in your arms and waking up in the sun

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep

Kurt Vonnegut, ‘Slaughterhouse-Five’