It's warm. It's gorgeous. Incredible and unforgettable. Sensual and alive. Breathing and true. Open and free.
Memory.
Like a balm for my soul. Healing wounds, tightening scars. It's as if they don't exist at all. I barely restrained myself to check in the mirror.
For the first time in a long time, I felt whole. Even the palms are not as cold as always. It's good that I can break my promises to myself as much as I want.
One more cup of coffee and get to work! They are waiting for the result in the morning. And you have memories!
No. Still, you can wait a little longer. Two minutes. Or even ten. I can't tear myself away from my own thoughts, like a moth flying to the fire. And yet, sleep. And to dream. Hopefully as wonderful as the memories of the last few days.