The bottom drawer has been closed for too long.
The items within lie in chaotic abandon. Silk stockings entangled together in sensuous knots. Froths of lace swirl over blood red pools of satin while black basques and bustiers butt up against ivory frills and french knickers. Perfume and pearls, lipstick and lingerie. My luxuries, those exotic items I keep for best, save for special. What is it exactly, I wonder, that I'm waiting for?
It has been too long since I opened that drawer. Too long since I dallied in this decadent dressing up box. The long, cold winter leads me to open the top drawer instead, the repository of comfortable knickers, functional bras and cosy socks. I pick up pyjamas in preference to the cool satin nightdress, left puddled in the drawer below.
I must re-open the bottom drawer. I suspect I have left my sensuality somewhere around here and that seems as good a place to begin looking as any.