In Pursuit of Happiness

For a prompt of Sunday Scribblings #279 Pleasure 

Have you ever felt that tickling sensation on your feet

And felt like to scratch it but just sat idly?

Have you heard your stomach rumble

In a meeting, and all you did was to shuffle your feet?

Have you rubbed a feather inside your ears

Softly, ever so softly and closed your eyes in pleasure?

Have you felt so hungry

And suddenly gate-crushed into a barbecue party?

Have you listened to the best music

And all you could do was to tap your feet and drone along?

Have you  laid your hands on a legal thriller

Flipped pages over and over, forgetting to lock your door?

Have you been tickled by the character of your novel

And all you did was to laugh again and again like a man possessed?

Have you felt so lazy

And all you did was to keep your eyes open to save on your energy?

Have you once felt so stupid that it made you happy

Looking at yourself in the mirror and gave it a firm handshake?

Have you walked in the streets and felt like

Your phone had  been stolen, then felt it and smiled?

Have you felt good reading the last line of a boring book

And believed that you had read the book?