What my heart holds I dare not reveal for fear it will float away. It is, you see, a tender dandelion puff.
Somehow, this small, delicate thing has dipped my world in honey—everything viscous, sweet and a little shiny. I have no interest in attending to the commitments of my days as I want nothing to do with actual doing and instead to lie naked wrapped in blankets reveling in this glow happening inside and all around.
What this puff contains I will not convey, but I can’t help but feel.