She craves light loose tees, thick feathers, quirky lace ears, cherry red lips and nails, ridiculously, crippling high heels, and guilty pleasure fast food.
Spending the day burrowed beneath covers, waking slowly to the sweet aroma of just brewed caffeine, clicking through a blur of bright images, sizzling my tongue on spiced vegetable soup, listening to the lullaby of rain against glass, and pondering the delightful results of lazy behaviour.
