Bread.
Toasted.
Homemade.
Slathered with soft butter.
Showered with sweet cinnamon sugar.
Babes sleeping soundly cozied in there blankets.
Reece on the rug dreaming, and sometimes licking himself.
Husband gone, hitting at balls with a racquet in a rectangular room.
Me on the couch cuddled by pillows, reading my new library book.
Vivaldi, Bizet, Satie, Einaudi, Dubussy kept me company in the quiet.
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mm sounds like a perfect night! I think I'll have to check out that book. Oh and I'd add some toasted marshmellow hot chocolate along w/ the bread. Yumm!
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