liquidvirgin

i think there is something to be said for the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when you connect with someone. i mean really connect with them. just the thought of that person feels like home. not your home of course. it's more like the warmth of a Duxiana bed in the cold of morning; with fresh Frette linens and a warm latte.

for a second you smile and think that everything is going to be ok.

but then the bottom drops out of your little day dream.
the salesman rushes over and tells you to get the hell out of the store before he calls the police.

"you're not allowed to lay on the merchandise! careful! you'll spill your coffee on the fabric!"

and you would comply... but you don't know where you put your clothes.