FILTH
It is very late and I should be in bed. I would gladly be so, if there was nothing awry with something vital. Something essential. Something important.
It is soft. And once rose-colored. And it used to smell like young violets.
Can you guess what it is yet?
It is my favorite nightgown in the entire world. Only one other person has worn it, for the space of a night. It isn't rose-colored anymore. And it no longer smells like young violets.
I'm looking at you, Jacky.
And I have a sponge.
It is soft. And once rose-colored. And it used to smell like young violets.
Can you guess what it is yet?
It is my favorite nightgown in the entire world. Only one other person has worn it, for the space of a night. It isn't rose-colored anymore. And it no longer smells like young violets.
I'm looking at you, Jacky.
And I have a sponge.