I am on the softest and thickest bed buried beneath and inside of warm white sheets.
Three walls are pale orange. One wall is a window. There is only one dresser of old dark wood, whose shared and kept the secrets of many more than I can imagine.
It’s grey outside and pouring. Rain’s fingerdrops are playing music on my window.
I’ve found a little pocket of heaven inside of Toronto, it seems.
I hope your weekend is as lovely as mine…x