My lovely good morning scare a thoughtful friend left for me.
After getting over the shock of being confronted at work by a snarling rat in my mug, I developed a mild fondness towards it, and we eventually ended up naming it.
Behold. Lord Lionel Bruno Primrose; Rosy for short!
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.