The slow sleepiness of a Friday afternoon.
Sun, dancing dust motes, strawberry tea. A friend reading a novel on my sofa, after a late lunch and a delicious glass of chocolate Bailey's. I'm not used to having people around, can't even remember the last time I cooked for someone else.
This weekend will consist of volleyball, wine and that terrible movie everyone is talking about. Right now, life is sweet.
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