I'm sitting here, eyelids half closed, resting my chin on my atas gold-green cushion, and contemplating eating an apple. Apple? No apple? Apple? No apple? Ah, decisions. No one ever said life would be easy.
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.