Romanticising the warm light of the windows as I walk by
The lives that reside oh so comfortably behind the glass
Imagining just for a moment that you could be pushing open the door, throwing your keys down and meticulously picking through the groceries you’d been carrying on one hip
The smell of amber and vanilla infiltrating your senses
Home
The sun washes over you as it peeks through the blinds in the morning
And the sounds of birds work as the best alarm clock on a Sunday morning
Coffee brewed and ready to start your day
You take a long satisfying breath, stretch your arms to the sky and welcome the lazy day with an open heart, admiring the art the glazed glass windows make on the floor
Happiness
And then the mist of fantasy clears and I am once again walking home in the heavy London night back to my house of strangers, strung together haphazardly
And I realise
All I have ever wanted to be is content
Like the little lives I’ve dreamt of
About the Creator
Amelia Scott
Documenting the day-to-day goings on in my head and in the city 😊
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