That sleepy, dizzy feeling when you wake up from a deep, delicious, deep sleep.
The feeling of putting on your favourite pair of jeans. It always hits home.
Hiding your chin in thick fluffy birthday scarves.
The taste of hot chocolate milk with whipped cream in the evening.
That 'emotional wreck' feeling after finishing a book that made you cry and go 'gahhh.'
That happy bubble I get inside when I'm on my laptop and I hear the message-noise. That normally means Emma's on her laptop too.
The huge, ginormous urge to visit all the filming locations of your favourite movies.
The proud feeling I get every time when I look at my completely-stuffed, colour-coordinated bookshelf.
Reading blog posts from good friends.
Watching old favourite Little House episodes with my siblings, and laughing at everything in it. (In the episode Country Girls we can't stop laughing at Sandy Kennedy's essay about Summer.)
That sweeping, fluttery feeling as Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle finally kiss in their impeccable roles as Elizabeth and Darcy.
The now-my-day-can-really-start feeling after I've tidied up my room in the morning.
That quick urge to write a quick blog post. Like now.
Dreaming about crazy stuff like one day buying a house in Lacock Village (Cranford) and driving to Williamsburg with Emma.
That feeling when you've just finished an entire pizza and your mouth is all warm and salty and guiltily unhealthy.
Writing about quirky characters.
When you get through a chatting session with your best friend and neither of us have Internet problems. Amazing things happen.
Getting sudden, cool story ideas just as soon as you've told yourself to sleep.
That sudden realisation that you should be analysing a poem right now for school... AHEM. AHEM.