314/365
Wednesday was the kind of day that doesn’t come about all that often — when I get paid for sleeping late, going to the movies and flying home to sleep in my own world’s best bed at night.
Those roses didn’t smell, though.
314/365
Wednesday was the kind of day that doesn’t come about all that often — when I get paid for sleeping late, going to the movies and flying home to sleep in my own world’s best bed at night.
Those roses didn’t smell, though.
