saturday afternoon

current scent, verbena (i stole back his birthday present)

currently reading, pretty alright in the bath

days upon days, and waking at 7 am. jolted up as if i forgot something important, but there is nothing important, really, not that important at least, to draw me to one side of the bed. dreaming of forgetting, and waking unable to remember. so instead i will get in the bath, i will wash my hair, i will comb my hair, i will put the mirror back on the wall for a minute, and then i will search for what you see.