Today, my music lulls me into enjoying my studying. My window is slightly cracked opened, originally to allow my cat free passage into my room, but now it swings laughter from down the street of a mother and child and the passing songs of birds. It’s that point in the evening when the temperature is comfortable, the prime time for a walk and particularly enjoyable after stepping out of the bath. My skin feels so smooth.
I’m wearing some perfume that my sister left for me, it’s sweet, it makes me feel elegant, even in my small room of mine. I’m wearing a long sleeved shirt and my baby blue shorts and are slightly too long and it makes me feel beautiful. I'm content and warm.
My glorious plant, has just grown another leaf, it sweeps its corner of space demanding to be seen, giving the colour that my room most definitely needs. My other plant…is trying.
My cat is behind me, curled up in his doughnut, peaceful, like a child. All stretched out and oblivious, like he’s always been. I love him, far more that I should be allowed, when knowing that his time with me is so short. I’m so uninterested in moving on without him.