// hope, is wonderfully messy //
She could hear him before she saw him, and she was already laughing as she straightened out one of the beds, raising her garden-gloved hands in defense. “I left the living room just for you,” because after moving some multitudes of furniture in her bedroom and the kitchen, her muscles had had enough; and were more than willing to partake in wedding and plucking, rather than shifting one more large, overbearing couch.
As Mittens burst out of some flowers, clearly intending to antagonize Sol into some kind of game, Lena made her way over to the fence, lifting the latch to let Zavien through the threshold. “Welcome!” She waved her arms about – pointing towards the sanction she’d started – and once she glanced in that direction, her mind was already imagining a bench or a swing in one section…a birdbath in another…
Swinging her attention back to him, she grinned again, all radiance and incandescence, soil smudged across one of her cheeks. “Would you like the grand tour?”
As Mittens burst out of some flowers, clearly intending to antagonize Sol into some kind of game, Lena made her way over to the fence, lifting the latch to let Zavien through the threshold. “Welcome!” She waved her arms about – pointing towards the sanction she’d started – and once she glanced in that direction, her mind was already imagining a bench or a swing in one section…a birdbath in another…
Swinging her attention back to him, she grinned again, all radiance and incandescence, soil smudged across one of her cheeks. “Would you like the grand tour?”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
