Coffee and Hair Spray
Sitting quietly in my worded haven wanting something new needing a break from the predictable craving the nuance of never mentioned antidotes plundering my vocabulary for something to entertain me and all I can imagine is coffee and hair spray. As in an early morning while the house still feels brand new last night forever gone with the morning dew sheets still softly cradling me in their care birds chirping, sun rising, life still yet to happen and the scents I find most alluring are coffee and hair spray. They bribe me, these scents with their savory expressions beckoning me from my comforts challenging me to rise to enter living anew become part of life dress for success no matter how small be willing to conquer another day as it calls me into its presence to be as it needs but wait, nix all of that first coffee and hair spray. The smells of my mornings for years upon years that graced me through waking that walked me through tears of baby not happy, partner a jerk laundry and dish...