So this morning I changed into my grey nightie and standing on my deck with the door closed, smoked half a cigar.
Puffs later, I came back in ... and my room never smelled so sweet.
Gosh, I adore my room. Besides having a sweet fragrant air, each morning, reflected sunlight washes over my bed. I wake up in roses and sunshine. It's perfect.
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