My Solace
21 Jun 2010 No Comments
I love curling up in bed under the plush covers where his warmth still lingers. With the blinds partially drawn and the sounds of the birds chirping, I love that precise moment when my eyelids gets heavy and I drift away to yet another peaceful slumber where no troubles and worries could get me.
I love immersing myself in a book. Sprawled on the sofa. On the terrace on a balmy day and a cigarette. By the beach against the soothing rythms of the waves lapping on the shore. Commuting in a peak hour train. At a busy sidewalk cafe in Piazza Navona, Roma. On the toilet seat. In bed. Anytime. Anywhere. I love getting lost among the words that does not tie me down to my reality.
I love warm showers. It lends me the instant comfort.
I used to hate chocolates but I love them now. They never fail to make me feel better. I still hate Cadbury chocolates though.
I love watching ‘feel good’ movies.
I love cooking good food. I love that blissful look on his face when he took the first bite of that Boeuf Bourguignon. I love the moan that escapes from his lips when he caught the scent of the Poulet Rôti. Mmmmmmm…
Can I live in my solace forever?
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