Sometimes, it's as simple as this:
a deep tub, rumbling and roiling, smelling of lavender, puckering my hands and feet.
a tall flute, filling and fizzing, light pink and ever so slightly sweet.
a wedge of deepest, darkest chocolate stout cake.
a thick novel.
empty pages.
fast pens.
quiet.
ahh.
A thick novel: it depends.....
ReplyDeleteGosh I'm thinking I'd close my eyes right after the chocolate he he
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