Imagining Delight

You bring a smile across my face when I look at you, while long shadows stretch across my living room.

I imagine standing in your light barefoot, just beyond the window pane; my feet propped up on the railing, the breeze playing on my skin and the feel of your heat on my face. Then, I remember it’s twenty degrees outside and nestle back into the warmth of four walls and pajamas.


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