In my future home, I would have bookshelves that reached the ceilings. So many books that one would need a ladder to get from one end to the other. The smell of parchment and leather. Dim lighting and pillows for the reading corner. Tea. Earl grey with brown sugar – lots of brown
There is something about waking up beside you, To find your hand interwoven between mine or your arm around me Almost as if you were afraid that the night might steal me away There is something about waking up beside you, To watch you deep in slumber, In a tangle of sheets,
