If I wanted to fly right now I probably wouldn't because the sun is getting harsher by the day.
It's burning out there and the only respite from everything out including the virus is my room.
Cool and golden toned, tinted with faint redolence of dried roses and tea from a reed diffuser, resonating with music that is guttural vocals infused in stoner metal, it embalms me in cozy comforts.
It's my room, it's my space, it's where I feel safest and real.
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