i am a victim of pleasure
wine soaks my robe. i groan out loud, my mouth half full of chocolate and dates. i glance at my calendar- all christmas, all the time. december 25th 24/7. my watch? its 5 o clock HERE
i receive a telegram. my sister. baby shower. she wants me there. i break out in a cold sweat. could i even bear to be away from it for a day... away from the port, from the watercolor paintings of my chateau, from my dozens of statues of frogs standing and doing human things
absolutely not. not a chance. i will not experience boredom ever again. i burn the letter and slam my mahogany door shut. what stress... i believe deserve some relaxation





















