I have all sorts of thoughts running through my head. Misleading Victorian mansion with magical gardens. Gourds smiling back at me while I wash and put away dishes and plastic pudding cups. Postcards I never sent filling in the gaps of a story that will put my mind at ease. Chapters, characters and chuckles over Chai tomorrow. Fabricating little details, in which I get lost, on a miniature scale. Such as sunlight through a comforter. Finding hope in sorrow.