15 november

When you're in love, it seems like this is the only thing in the world. Sure, maybe you should be buying some groceries, too, but all of those little annoyances seem to be sanded down just a bit. It's as if you're in an envelope of honey... which doesn't sound all that good after all, actually, once I say it out loud. Imagine more like a warm cloud of fresh baked cookies smell... Is that it? Maybe the waft from a french vanilla candle, like with little black flecks in it, like that really good kind of natural type vanilla ice cream that Breyers used to have with all of the milk crystals like it was ice milk instead of ice cream…  and those days were good days, I'm just saying, but they are long gone... I guess it's not really like any of those things, but you do feel a warm sense of protection, like a sphere or around you... It protects you by pewpewpew-ing all that other stuff away, as if some sort of Hedgehog situation was going on with you these days... Like a love porcupine... As much sense as that makes, too, but you get my point... points.