More decanting
My perfume bottles came today.
I’m fighting sleep to do a little decanting. I wish I could stay up all night and play.
In the dark
In the stillness
With bottles and droppers and candlelight
And the soft, sweet offerings of a garden, reaching around me
Stroking my shoulders
Tickling my nose
Holding me
Playing
Keeping me company as we listen to the sound of the trams lessen
And lessen