Angel went to sleep. TV got turned on. Laptop opened. Work should soon follow.
A tea needed brewing. This show was getting funny. Should I get a little yoga in? My mind started wandering.
This cookie was delicious. Reminding me of you. The taste of marzipan. Memories so sweet, I baked and downed extra ones and twos.
Remember all the times we chased sakura? Now each has our own in the backyard. No need for chasing them like dreams. As they are real and will always be here standing.
You would be so proud of me. I make wonderful marzipan cookies, excellent lemon cello, and get high on whole long books on mushrooms and other naughty psychedelic things. The uppity me got a little looser, but none any tiny bit wiser.
Midnight came passing. Work is still waiting. Let my mind hug you again then I’m back to my procrastinating.