A Sunday is such a bittersweet day, Where joy is shadowed by Monday not being so far away. Where you
… By the pillows, her nose is tucked into your shoulder, under the warmth of the sheets. Her cheeks tingle at the softness against her face. The covers bring a comfort, surpassed only by the press of her body along the length of yours. She pulls herself close to you in small motions, like tide lines on the sand. Her skin warms yours, although she clings to you for the heat, and something more …
No matter what you’re doing in your life at the minute, no matter how busy your day appears to be, or how much furrows your brow each day – take sixty guilt free minutes; for yourself.
It’s the small details, that are by far the most important. I sit in work, the room is dark for
That catharsis. That beautiful catharsis. When you’ve had a bad day, at the end of a bad week, and you’re