One step closer to you, and I would finally breathe easy; vetiver and cinnamon. They told me during one of the tests this is not possible because all soaps are regulated, but I know my own senses. My scalp tingles. Whitecoat’s shoes click click click primly across the white tile; her lips are upturned, the corners are sharp in the white fluorescent ( Read more... )

The first day of high school my English teacher asked the class to write a story. It was the first time in my education an adult told me I could write whatever I wanted. I felt light-headed; the skies opened, the fluorescent light was sun shine and the stale air conditioning was a keen mountain breeze. I got a little carried away frantically ( Read more... )