I wanted hugs, I wanted warmth.
I want the wind shaking the treetops lulling me to sleep at night and then the dusk in watercolors, the bread baked fresh from the oven, the music in my ears. Fanstasy.
But instead I got a nutty, smooth coffee and cinnamon shortbread. I'll embrace this comfort in the meantime. I'll curl up in my big chair while I take yet another call.
I'll try and do my makeup in between, while my neighbor's old music plays in the background.
And then I'll go out and meet the sunset, walk away from all the madness and then get back, just to feed you frozen pizza and to melt on your skin till one more day slips by.