I am on the softest and thickest bed buried beneath and inside of warm white sheets.
Three walls are pale orange. One wall is a window. There is only one dresser of old dark wood, whose shared and kept the secrets of many more than I can imagine.
It’s grey outside and pouring. Rain’s fingerdrops are playing music on my window.
I’ve found a little pocket of heaven inside of Toronto, it seems.
I hope your weekend is as lovely as mine…x
Anonymous michelle said…
I can tell by reading this, your pocket does not own a dog. 😛
As you were, pretty lady.
Sun Mar 29, 02:41:00 PM
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Anonymous lily said…
Damn this sounds nice! Why are you spending so much time in Toronto lately? -lily
Mon Mar 30, 04:25:00 PM
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Anonymous Maria Calvo said…
Her pocket doesn’t own a dog or a baby, Michelle 😉
Happy you’re so good. I love reading your happiness.
Hugs,
Maria
Tue Mar 31, 02:44:00 PM
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Anonymous Thomas said…
I feel strange commenting because I’m a straight man. This sounds really nice because the imagery is so easy to envision.
Thomas
Wed Apr 01, 12:50:00 PM
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Blogger Clay said…
I especially like the line,
“It’s grey outside and pouring. Rain’s fingerdrops are playing music on my window.”
I like rain, and yes, you make the images so clear with just words. (don’t feel strange Thomas)
Tue Apr 14, 10:57:00 PM
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Blogger one female canuck said…
LOL Michelle – no dogs in this pocket. Animals once in a while, but no dogs…
Lily – because Janey is moving to Halifax. BOO.
This particular weekend, also, was my girl Felice’s last weekend in Toronto before moving out to VanGroovy. We spent Sunday together…it was so nice. I miss them both already.
Thanks Maria…it’s nice to share it. I loved this weekend.
Heh. Cute comment, Thomas. But cute in that masculiney way only straight men can manage.
Clay – thanks to you as well…I’m happy you like that line. It was my favourite, too. It was the line that the rest was written around.
xxoo
Wed Apr 15, 10:10:00 PM