I nestled down into my comfortable bed,
the light scent of incense still lingering in the room.
Filled by the stories of the pieces surrounding me in my boutique room.
Antique dresser, vintage clock, and a charcoal portrait of a beautiful Balinese woman in the 60’s.
Those times when you wish an inanimate object could speak,
tell you it’s journey, this place is filled with those.
