This cottage is my haven and retreat.
It shelters me from noise and people-stress,
but comfort’s only absolutely sweet
when following some outside busyness.

At times I’m bothered by the words or act
of one I love, upset and near-obsessed,
that’s other than deliberate or in-fact.
My subsequent relief makes me feel blessed.

I’ve heard that we evolved to notice change.
Our eyes react to movement just as fast
as fingers flee a surface burning hot.
So clearly I’m describing nothing strange.
To savor pleasure, I must sense contrast.
I used to hold this true, but I forgot.

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