06/24/2018

Mydarkflower
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Mydarkflower
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At night, when everything is asleep
At night the world stops, all the hustle and bustle disappears and life seems more eternal to me than during the day.
At night, when my family is asleep, I belong to myself all alone Nobody makes demands, has expectations, demands for my attention ....nobody watches me being mere.
I am alone, but not lonely.
At night I can do what I want, be who I want, think how I want, and be quiet without interruption as long as I want.
At night I often sit on my romper chair, cuddled up in a fleece bathrobe and blanket, watch one episode after another of my favourite series or write as I did just now - a bar of chocolate and a cup of tea next to me, which is unavoidable for me as a sugarholic
At night in winter the whole thing is most comfortable.
Through the balcony door I see the tender, dense, glittering flakes, sometimes I also open the door to hear the soft crackling of the falling snow and to be able to snuggle myself even deeper into my blanket against the cold, hold my warm cup in my hands, savour my chocolate and simply enjoy that I am.
At night it smells of cuddly blankets, chocolate, spiced tea, darkness and sometimes snow.
Enveloping, warming, peaceful and silent.
And that's how Patchouli Elixir smells - of time for myself.
At night, when my family is asleep, I belong to myself all alone Nobody makes demands, has expectations, demands for my attention ....nobody watches me being mere.
I am alone, but not lonely.
At night I can do what I want, be who I want, think how I want, and be quiet without interruption as long as I want.
At night I often sit on my romper chair, cuddled up in a fleece bathrobe and blanket, watch one episode after another of my favourite series or write as I did just now - a bar of chocolate and a cup of tea next to me, which is unavoidable for me as a sugarholic
At night in winter the whole thing is most comfortable.
Through the balcony door I see the tender, dense, glittering flakes, sometimes I also open the door to hear the soft crackling of the falling snow and to be able to snuggle myself even deeper into my blanket against the cold, hold my warm cup in my hands, savour my chocolate and simply enjoy that I am.
At night it smells of cuddly blankets, chocolate, spiced tea, darkness and sometimes snow.
Enveloping, warming, peaceful and silent.
And that's how Patchouli Elixir smells - of time for myself.
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