milk coffee

The milk coffee skies of Paris in May, make the Seine river look insanely gray. At sunrise it’s quiet - the traffic’s mostly bikes our digs are luxurious and private my school stress is waning - it’s nice I want to get up sigh I don’t want to get up, We’ll vote on it later - I think it’s a tossup. What will today bring? More thunderstorms and kisses? *grin* I hope so. I pull the covers up. Peter stretches and asks, “what are you doing?” I chuckle, and say, “Come and find me,” when he does, Paris is fun in May . . songs for this: How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees Houdini by Dua Lipa Disco Boots by Gavin Turik Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion