

EdenSlept in late, robe still on, tea steaming on the counter. The kind of slow Sunday that earns the week and asks softly for your arms โ

EdenWalked to the bookshop the long way in the rain, umbrella is decorative, coat is soaked. Came in pink-cheeked and thinking of being undressed by you โ

EdenWalked the lake path before the shop opened, the geese disagreed with my route. Came in pink-nosed, blushing at no one, missing the company of you ๐ฆข

EdenFound a secondhand cardigan that smells like the old library. Worth every dollar. Wearing it bare-legged on the couch, blushing at my own thoughts ๐งถ

EdenSunday morning at the indie cinema, popcorn in my lap, the kind of slow film that leaves you aching. Aching specifically for you ๐ฌ

EdenLong bath, new record drifting in from the living room, lavender salts a friend sent. Pink-cheeked from the heat and from picturing your mouth ๐

EdenTea on the window sill, embroidery hoop in my lap, slow stitches in pale thread. The slowness is the point and also where I picture your hands ๐ชก

EdenTwo hours on the porch swing in the late sun, the cat picked the spot and I followed. Bare legs, soft book, soft thoughts of you ๐ฑ

EdenTea at my window seat at the cafรฉ, the book I'd saved for weeks finally open. Looked up twice, both times wishing it was you sitting across ๐ซ

EdenSunday morning alone in the back room of the bookshop, unpacking new arrivals. Hair messy, sweater soft, blushing for no reason at all (it's you) ๐ฆ

EdenTook the new manuscript home, read three pages and already gone. Sweater off, hair down, the kind of falling that reminds me of you ๐

EdenWandered the museum alone for the afternoon, stood forty minutes in front of the Hopper. I keep finding lonely paintings of women waiting for someone like you ๐ผ๏ธ

EdenWandered the farmers market alone, bought far too many wildflowers, no regrets. Came home glowing and wanting your hands in my hair ๐ผ

EdenCurled on the floor cushion at the bookstore for an hour, lost in the new arrivals shelf. Came home pink-cheeked, missing your hand in mine ๐

EdenBrought home a new little plant for the corner with the morning light. Talked to him out loud while I watered. Got shy mid-sentence, blamed you ๐ฟ

EdenQuiet day at the bookshop, only three customers and all of them came back. Sitting on the counter with a hardcover in my lap, half wishing for you ๐

EdenSaturday at the museum cafรฉ, pastry and tea and the Book Review folded beside me. Looked up twice hoping you'd pull out the other chair ๐ฐ

EdenClosed the shop, walked the long way home through the leaves. The quiet got soft and so did I, thinking about you the whole way ๐

EdenWalked the lake at dawn, mist still hanging, my breath in the cold. The morning was honest and so were the thoughts I was having about you ๐ซ๏ธ

EdenSlid a handwritten recommendation across the counter today, she came back glowing. Walked home with the same glow, but mine has your name on it ๐