I wake to the thought of honey, the word I should’ve chosen the night before. Her scent is too warm for lavender, I think.
I fall asleep to a story about witches and the magic that we do not know we possess. I was in the mood for a fairytale so I pluck an old children’s book off my shelf and let the words wrap around me, comforting (like honey).
I work today to the backdrop of snow-covered trees, a background so picturesque it looks like a fake filter on Zoom. I count the deer throughout the day. I stand over the heater and one meets my eyes for a long while before continuing to graze.
I still haven’t changed that word. I’ll get to it tonight, before reading about my witches again. It curls around my senses, this girl to who I give words to, give art to, give the act of rubbing honey-scented lotion on her wrist.
But tonight I’ll microwave my heat pack and sink into the lavender warmth.
With Love,
Natalie