why do i even bother

why, indeed?

full circle

~wry smile~

enough said.

evenings with bedfellows

nights like these bring forward the imagery of hot cocoa with marshmallows, baggy pjs and bunny slippers, as well as white, crinkly blankets and fluffy down pillows.

of course, there is then the quintessential man, smelling freshly of aftershave, who leans over and nudges you behind your ear with his nose, breathing in deeply, filling his lungs with your scent. enveloping you in his strong, bronzed arms with a tight squeeze.

and then we can all get down to some winter loving, underneath the heavy sheets, away from the cold, cold breath of winter, billowing outside the bedroom window.