The Daily Prompt states: What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LUXURY.
Wash dishes? Never.
Others do that for me.
I don’t drive my car worth more than a house.
I pay someone to do that for me.
Walk the dog, no, no, no.
I will sit in my oversized tub surrounded by bubbles.
Sip champagne at two in the afternoon.
A butler wearing coattails will serve me a snack of baked chips.
He has to leave the kitchen at one, because my house is half-a-mile long.
I live is luxurious surroundings.
All that I want I have.
Plains, trains, and automobiles, that story was written about me.
iPad, I have six.
One for each bedroom.
Netflix? I stream to my in-house movie theater with leather recliners.
I installed a beer cave so I can quench my thirst when watching football.
I last counted 32 televisions, but stopped after leaving the west wing of my home.
I haven’t done laundry in a decade.
Applebee’s delivers to my curb.
I live in luxury.