seven. GRATITUDE! GRATITUDE!

imagine the wind softly blowing through my hair and the sun setting whilst i'm looking out a cottage bay window then jumping out of the window and landing my feet in a flowerbed. then i'd run out into the grassy field and twirl across the entire field until I get dizzy. i'll sink to the ground and see my lover in the distance, carrying a blanket under his arm, and two glasses of wine in each hand

Signing off,

burnt toast, sweet tea;