She gets up, thougts of last nite still linger on her skin, within her core.
It's just what she needed to make it through, but was it just a fix?
No time to wonder, it's off into the corporate world to make a living.. Which she does.
She's been told she is the only one known that can squeeze a dime out of a penny. Should this make her proud? She doesn't know, but it does.
Time to go home, she decides a nice bottle of Reisling, Pinot or Viognier sounds good on the way home, but what would it pair with? She knows, WHO it would pair with! She stops at the LS, chooses and goes home... home, isn't that where the heart is? Words crowd her head, too many thoughts come too fast. She's told she thinks too much, but how do you stop thoughts for gawdsake! So she continues. Moving through the house methodically, she can still smell last nite, is it a real smell, or just an incredible memory? Can we hit replay? Nah, no time machine anywhere... She will have to work on that one. She writes, she thinks, she thinks and writes some more. Even she is unable to know of the unfoldings of the hours ahead... For her. But evermore, she takes it as it comes. I wonder if someone will read this? Prolly, but, does it matter.. Not really...
