Fuzzy #17

Dreaming about book characters. Sleeping in and waking up to a hot room. The way a heater can fool a person into thinking it might be summer already for a split second. Lazy iPad in bed morning. Emerging from the warm cave and immediately being invited to lunch. Friday primping. Shortcut walk. Tierra burritos. Guac. Shandy. Getting the table next to the window with the best people watching. Hidden hipster cafes like Toma. Mocha with whip. Foam art. Mismatched chairs. White tile walls with wooden crate decor. Spanish conversations after the language barrier forgets its supposed to be up. The metaphysical treasure hunt possible on such a manageable scale that only in libraries can host. The moment the perfect book jumps of the shelf and into its next reader's hands, unsuspecting. Checking out a nonfiction book for a change. Good sweater. Cute new socks. Claire and Chloe helping with he yeast crisis. Serious Cinnabon success. Gooey buns. Tea time. Story time with David. Neighbor drama spy missions. Late night giggles. Feeling like I belong, adored, appreciated and home.