Breakfast

Awaking haze. A mind full of dreams and a head full of blossoms, birds chirping behind the window in the light drizzle of rain.

A sensation breaking through the mist of morning…

…Burnt the toast again. Ninth time.

Perfume: “One Umbrella for two” Floraiku

Lunch

Forgot to buy currants. Can’t decide on what to do with the rest. Familiar fragments, strange state of mind. Swirl. Rotate.

Crackling vast void, flow, rapid rich satisfaction. 

Sip of tea, checkmate.

Perfume: “Mixed Emotions” Byredo

Dinner

The sound of her heels echoing down the empty night street. It was a long night. Day. Of sweet surprises and burnt hearts. 

Time for coffee. He waits.

Perfume: “Noir Exquis” L’Artisan Parfumeur