And then

a bubble is formed again. Like my dreams. A softly spoken whisper of tantalizing sweetness meant to float around me. Daydreams that await the night to be. Dreams of the night before that linger right through the mid mornings. It’s as if I have walked right into the blue ocean to watch the fish play with my freshly painted deep red toe nails…till I realize I am actually in deep sea, struggling to stay afloat, waiting for my savior ship. The dream is over. The bubble has burst.

But ripples are telling…


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