Very ordinary, after a while. Nothing special, just no drama. Very quiet, serene, peaceful. Physically (sensation-wise) very pleasant. Joyful, but not in a loud way. Sensations bring joy, and it’s ever-entertaining.

Kinda like being a child. Like, remember, when you were really-really small and you went for a walk, played with the autumn leaves for an hour and got so into it you didn’t notice how you got sooo cold? And then you rushed home and drank a cup of hot chocolate your mom made for you, and it was like some kind of a magical liquid warmth poured into your fingers and it was so pleasant that it became almost painful? And then you sat in front of a fireplace and watched the fire for a while until you became very sleepy. What an awesome day! You were so happy for no reason!

Something like that.