Ten.Seven Hundred & Sixty-Three
Keanu and I walking and holding hands. That’s a first for the dreams.
No one is as hungry as I am yet so I busy myself with dishes and list-making until we’re all ready to go. They really just want to make sure that we aren’t gone for too long. There go my plans for a day at the lake.
Maybe I’ll just take myself there this week. Go alone. I just need to be by the water.
Why are plates at diners so huge? Who can really eat an omelette that size?
I can barely keep my eyes open. Maybe the result of working in yesterday’s heat. I slide into the hammock. Not a cloud in the sky. Like the Truman Show? Is it even real?
The cake comes together easily. I fold in the egg whites and know it will be good. The texture looks just right. Blend the strawberries and then simmer to reduce them. I blend the puree with butter and confectioners sugar. The frosting looks a little thin but it tastes amazing.
Basket after basket after basket after basket.
“We reached a point in our lives where we don’t have to be practical…so let’s do what we love.”
Not enough batteries.
Too many labels. But free to evolve.