My Real Get-Away

So, now for  my real get-a-way.  It requires careful attention to detail, no last minute packing for this most sacred undertaking.  The cup-of-comfort must be freshly brewed, the novel most interesting, the phone fully charged, the snack so sweet.  Then, with supplies in hand, treading stealthily, I pass through the enemy-surrounded Lego stronghold, tiptoe past the herd of wild horses, avoid waking sleeping natives, to arrive unscathed at my desired destination.  Still wary to avoid detection, I slip in unnoticed, quietly yet quickly slide the door closed and slip the lock in place.  Setting down my provisions, I relax somewhat.  I've made it this far.  Now, fitting the plug in place, I adjust the liquid flow to the hottest setting I can handle, place everything just so, undress, and sink into forgetfulness.  For a while....