Pinned down by the soft warmth of a dog on my duvet I find I
am unable to rise from the comfort. Forced to wallow beside the steaming mug of
tea I accept that there are no obstacles to overcome. Having no million things
to crowd my day I lie and enjoy the sunlight as it plays my neck, made damp by
the soft nuzzling of the Sunday lie-in dog, and I turn another page, eager to
find out whodunit.
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Small Stone - Jan 7th
Fingers made inelegant by viscous, white sludge become a
pungent temptation. An intense saltiness explodes in my mouth as I lick the
creamy feta.
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