An L-shaped couch stuffed into the corner exists only with me in it. I’m slouched, squished between cotton fabric and blankets of yellow light and lined linen. My hand is aching  from scribbling down words for like, hours, stringing together strands about some far-off, mysterious land covered in flowers. My big bowl of mint chocolate … Continue reading Were Supposed To Go Out And It Probably Would’ve Been Fun But Honestly, I Was Tired And Just Wanted To Stay Home And Cuddle