I wish I were a bird

I like to hang my clothes.

Because it is usually sunset by the time my clothes are ready. And I'd give myself a good 15 minutes. It is when I don't mess with anything medical, and it is time only for myself. I'd stare at the sky above me, wondering what is happening at infinity when pretty things start to form before me.

Today I had to spend a little longer looking up at the sky. Because it is too beautiful.

It is baby blue of naivety, so soft and so lovely. I saw a baby girl, tying up her pink Sansha flats. She made me miss my Bloch. I smelled Pureen, with a tint of Oceane, like the smell of Lampe Berger. There were fluffy orangy cotton candies, stretched across the sky, and overlapping one another. And then there was a sweet scent of zesty lemon. I looked to the left, and I saw shades of peachy red just like my Sasatinne blusher. I stretched my arms across the sky. I closed my eyes and my hands submerged into the wax bath, and all that I could feel was warmth. I inspired. And everything came so close to me that I could just catch them with my hands. And then I expired. I opened my eyes and I saw a galaxy of the fairy tale.

I continued with my laundry. And then I went back into the house with a smile on my face that would not go away in a while.

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