A ring?! A ring…I’m looking at a vintage, silver, gorgeous ring; a vintage, silver, gorgeous, shiny ring–but a ring.
Laying in my giant fluffy bed at my grandparents, I’ve never felt more relaxed. My pillow is damp from my mound of freshly showered hair sprawled out on it and my comforter is pulled up to my chin, my warm breath blowing back into my face; I am not going to sleep, I’m just laying here, relaxing. I cannot remember the last time I was in utter silence. I know this will only be for one night but I am thankful for the seclusion all the same. Continue reading