It’s Friday. It’s cold and rainy. The air smells like winter and the hot coffee smells like you want to curl up on the sofa with a good book and a black, purring cat.
My new boyfriend is in the shower. It is a quiet evening. My apartment smells like homemade lasagna, laundry detergent and sex. Domestic bliss is in the air.
The day started early, with a long ride to the beach, while craving for coffee and reading “A Yellow Raft In Blue Water”, an amazing book she had found in the garbage room of the building where a