Right now its 1am and I am in a hot bath with honey, lavender soap, rose petals, and lavender petals swirling around in it and doused in candle light. About half an hour ago, I was outside in the garden with bare feet, my underwear, and a baggy skeleton hoodie and nothing else on dancing to London After Midnight’s Sacrifice. My feet were muddy and hurt, I was cold, clumsy, and probably off beat, but I felt every lyric and chord and movement so deep in my soul it felt ethereal.
I’m clean now, and after washing my hair and shaving my legs, I will dry my flesh of suds and put on new underwear and a cozy clean hoodie and bake an apple and blackberry crumble and every bite will be filled with the intention of pampering myself.
I feel so much more at peace in the rain than I do in the sun. The sun feels too bright and overwhelming and the heat is horrid. Rain is so calming, I love to stand outside in it. It’s as if the raindrops cleanse my very soul the same way a shower cleanses my fles. It seeps into my pores, through to my veins, trickles to my heart and fills my very being with comfort. I wish it rained every day.
Do you believe in the witching hour? It's currently 3AM for me. I think this time of night is beautiful, regardless of supernatural ties or lack thereof. It's so dark and quiet, so deeply peaceful. It makes me want to go nude and dance under the moon or in the night time rain. Unfortunately the garden isn't private enough for that. I wish I could stay up all night, it feels as though my body is drawn to sleeping all day and waking during the night. However, society doesn't keep the majority of places open so late and I have things to do once I awaken. I think I may post some of my short stories here soon.
Goodnight
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