Ahhh, morning…time to get ready…
But first coffee, I definitely need strong coffee this morning.
There is a chill in the Paris air, I need to snuggle in bed a bit longer.
What are dreams made of?
I’m not sure, but if I were a fortuneteller, I would be rich by now.
I had that same dream again last night. He’s always in my dreams.
I wonder if he dreams of me?
One can only hope, he still thinks of me, after all this time.
Is that the door bell ringing?
It’s just too cold to move out from under my covers.
Go away and come back later.
I don’t want to move right now.
I’m still processing my dreams.
( to be continued )