I am the softness of a blanket

I am the crisp of the cold morning air

I am the smooth wind rustling the leaves

I am the deep breath to settle an arrow

I am the focus of a predator following its prey

I am the comforting sound of computer keys

I am the familiar feel of a controller

I am the last save point of a forgotten favorite game

I am the whirring of a computer awakening

I am the the familiar soundtrack of a game

I am constant tapping of a metronome

I am the second most popular song by a one-hit wonder

I am the smell of a book on a shelf

I am the second book in a trilogy

I am the cadence of a joke said many times

I am the scent of wood on a fire

I am the mist kicked up by a waterfall

I am the sound of rain heard from under the waves

I am the cloud running across the night sky

I am the carpet of leaves in a forest

I am not known by many

Even some who know me may not even recognize me

But there are a few who share my bliss