Sunday Through Saturday

There's a little place, just over the river and through the woods, into the cave and through the gate.

It holds a special place in my heart and mind. The wind whispers sweet nothings that carry the scent of dried autumn leaves and fills me with a sense of adventure that is content to rest and enjoy leisure, all the same.

Welcome Home

Stay Awhile

This is the bedroom of the little treehouse. There are two treehouses. This room is just so cozy... I wish I could just snuggle up on the little yellow sectional and take a nap...on his lap.


Whose lap?

 It seems like just yesterday, we'd met on the train, or on the bridge, or on the internet.

 I forget.

Who am I even talking about?

I just remember his eyes. And his voice. And his hair. I love his hair.