Having MY side of the bed.
Seeing a vintage Shelby drive past.
Losing an argument to a worthy opponent.
Writing, scribbling, doodling.
Letting the wind dry my hair.
Falling in love in an instance.
Laughing so hard that I snort.
Washing up.
Amalgamating 2 juxtaposing words and making up my very own vocab, 'troublem', 'belecgonise' and 'houdinius'.
Finding my emergency cigarette, proving that I have good cigarette karma.
Walking on crumbly russly fallen leaves.
The sound of raindrops hitting my umbrella.
Waking up at 4 in the morning, sometimes the silence is wasted.
Having the window wide open so I curl up into a ball under my duvet.
Turning round to the phantom smell of loved and lost ones.
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