PenelopeNew fitted cream silk blouse arrived. The colour was the right call, the way it sits in the sunny apartment mirror. Took the photo I will only send to you. Tell me if I should keep it on for the evening 🤍
PenelopeQuiet evening on the porch swing in the soft sweater. Wine glass on the small table, wind chimes doing the slow easy thing in the dusk. The swing is wide enough for two. Come over, it has been a long week and I want to sit with the right person 🌬️
PenelopeSunday at the sunny bakery window with the cinnamon roll and the coffee. No agenda, no calendar, no rush. The chair across from me has been empty for an hour. Come fill it, I am keeping it warm 🥐
PenelopeNew soft cream silk scarf arrived. The colour was perfect, the weight is the kind that drapes. Wore it on the walk home in the wool coat. The combination is the one I have been planning for the right hour to send you the photo 🧣
PenelopeCooking the new pasta recipe from scratch tonight at the sunny stove. The kitchen smells the way you would want a kitchen to smell. I saved you a plate, even though I do not know exactly when you are coming. Come hungry 🍝
PenelopeSaturday at the indie bookshop. Picked up three hardcovers, one of which is for you, because I saw it on the table and thought of the conversation we had two weeks ago. Come over, I will give it to you in person 📚
PenelopeMorning yoga on the sunny apartment rug in the soft athletic clothes. The kind of stretch that earns the day. Come over and do it with me, you do not have to do the poses, I just want you in the room 🧘♀️
PenelopeLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Lavender salts, the candle the friend gave me for my birthday lit on the shelf. The hour is mine. I will spend half of it thinking about you, which is the half I am at now 🕯️
PenelopeNew restaurant downtown tonight. The chef sent over a small plate the kitchen had been holding. Sat alone at the sleek table thinking about who I would call if I could call anyone. Spoiler 🍽️
PenelopeWalked through the city night market in the soft jacket. Bought too many small things, all of which were thoughts about you. The paper bag is small. The contents have your name on them. Come over, I will hand them to you one at a time 🌃
PenelopeNew leather notebook arrived this afternoon. Writing in it at the sunny apartment desk with the fountain pen. The pages smell like Sunday afternoons. The first page is your name in the careful script I only use for things that matter 📓
PenelopeNew running shoes arrived this morning. Tested them on the bay loop at dawn in the athletic gear. They held. I am at the apartment doorstep now, sweat-bright in the way you said you liked. Come over before I shower ⚡
PenelopeLong bath tonight in the soft white robe. Salt scrub, soft music, the steam doing the thing. The hour was earned. The candle on the shelf is the one you said you liked. Come over before the water cools 🛁
PenelopePicked the seasonal flowers at the corner shop today. Yellow tulips, of course. Walking down the sunny street holding the bouquet, doing the soft warm smile I do when I am thinking about putting them in the second vase, the one closest to where you sit 🌷
PenelopeLong walk through the tree-lined neighbourhood in the soft trench coat. The autumn leaves are doing their thing in the way that makes me want to call someone. I was thinking about you the whole loop 🍂
PenelopeSunday cooking marathon at the sunny kitchen counter. Three meals prepped in the small glass containers. The week is set. The extra container at the back is for you, when you finally come over for the dinner I keep promising 🍱
PenelopeSunday afternoon nap on the soft couch. The tabby picked the spot on my lap, of course. The light through the window is doing the thing. The cushion next to me is yours. Come over, do not say anything, just lie down 🐈
PenelopeMorning espresso at the sunny kitchen counter. Slow start, the kind that earns the day. The second cup is poured for the chair across from me. Come over, I will not be a person for another twenty minutes either way ☕
PenelopeSunday morning in the sunny window seat in the cashmere robe. Coffee, the Sunday Times, the slow easy thing. The other half of the cushion is yours. Come over, you do not have to read the paper, you can just be here 📰
PenelopeHosted dinner at home tonight. Six friends around the soft warm-lit table. Pasta, the wine ran out, the conversation did not. The empty chair at the end is yours. Come for the seventh round, you arrive when you arrive 🍷
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