Pleasure

half closed eyes.

feet dangling from the upholstery in the room. cool breeze engulfing my whole body from the heavy downpour outside the building. my being is fully resuscitated through every pores on my carefully hydrated skin.

a freshly brewed cup of bushshells coffee on the table from down under. savouring my chocolate sauce from brisbane with those glorious strawberries and the crunchy biscuits from france. soft jazzy music in the background. another pot of seafood broth made from the imported soup from tasmania simmering in the next few minutes. i glowed from the recollections of my wonderful adventures in the other lands.

what can be more relaxing than lazing around at home, while away your time as you wish as though you are the queen in your own realm on a cooling saturday?

i am going to lose myself in this self indulgence weekend after a week of life battling work at my warfield.

going to get ready for my long awaited pedicure later.

just do not envy me too much now.