So what if it’s Friday.. I am still home surrounded by my peace, my love, my energy. My body laid on the couch, candles lit enhancing the smell of sweet pumpkin pie. My mind relaxed, cozy under a blanket ready to indulge in this steamy book where art and lust take over. So what if it’s Friday, I am still home because I enjoy my alone time. Infatuated by the way my mind drifts on this chilly gloomy day. Hearing the sound of the rain and the rapid winds inviting themselves in. I love the loudness silence creates, the way it makes me feel, the mood that takes over. I love my home on a Friday night. So what if it’s Friday, I am still home and that is enough.
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