Scented silence through the window in her summer night music is all she ever wanted.
“Just do it.”
Well, sure. If I’m about to eat cinnamon buns.
Time to make like I sleep.
White Cake is best if eaten in 1965.
To Whipped Happiness fold in Unruly Laughter to taste. Then jump in and float. (Serves billions.)
There are so many good reasons to NOT eat cookies. None of which I have ever heard.
In this library, it will rain or snow or keep me too long with sunsets.
I just ordered a mocha latte. Help is on the way.
I’ve never wanted chocolate more than every time.
Too much is just about right.