Late Breakfasts
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Breakfast at twelve-thirty remains breakfast if nobody has eaten before it. I will defend this legally. #
Coffee at twelve. Food at twelve-thirty. Hair unbrushed. Yesterday’s flowers on the table. Yuri reading something. Me in socks. Valentine glamour has left the building.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.