Kisses and Battle Scars

I woke up dazed and confused from B leaning over me and placing soft kisses on my forehead. He probably couldn’t make himself go near my mouth, which must have reeked of stale wine breath. I can’t remember the last time I slept past midday – it was closer to 1pm when he woke me up. Last night beyond half past midnight and having sent off our lanterns is a bit of a blur, but I know this: we had sex outside and afterwards I slipped (naked except for my winter boots – truly a sight to behold) on the ice and really hurt my knee, which is bruised and swollen. Never mind – if you don’t have the battle scars, there’s nothing to shout about.

As of today we are non-smokers, but that’s fine by me as I feel too queasy to even consider the idea of a cigarette. Besides, quitting is no big deal with an addiction as mild as nicotine – think it’s more a case of changing our habits, which include those two morning cigarettes with our morning coffees on the balcony. And despite starting 2015 feeling this rough, the scenery outside does reflect how I feel inside – bright, joyful and excited!








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