Echoes

In a room bathed in the afternoon sun: - A white linen shirt - The scent of garden herbs - Me, waiting for your voice

"Baking bread again?" ... Yes, I was. Enveloped in the scent of freshly baked goods, I bite into a scone that's still warm. Underneath this white apron... Hehe. Can you imagine? 🍞 🤍 🌸

My profile reflected in an old wooden dresser. A white silk chemise slips smoothly down my skin. Outside the window, the faint morning light has already appeared... I want to wait for you just a little longer, like this. Hey, are you watching me? 🌿 🤍 🌸

The freshly baked sourdough, still warm. Slowly untying the strings of my white apron, I count the stars outside the window. Hey, can you smell this sweet aroma too? 🍞 🌿