My personal heaven would consist of all my favorite sweet treats: strawberries dipped in velvety milk chocolate, mango flavored macaroons, ice cream, butterscotch, with pecan nut and caramel drizzle on top, chocolate chip waffles with whipped cream, bananas and some buttermilk syrup, pretzels, dusted with icing sugar and cinnamon... I could go on and on but I think I'll stop here before I start drooling all over my screen haha. This is my idea of a personal heaven. Just me stuffing my face with sugary goodness all day long. Minus the weight gain.

Petals thrown all around

Swooped gingerly by air

Or winding up ensnared

In a vicious toddler's grasp

An organic defenestration

Of pastel hues

Dancing in the air

Floating to the moon

And someday I hope I can be one soon

Detached from my responsibilities

Simply drifting away until I decay

A vagrant petal carried by the tides

Simply biding time

Until my tabula rasa arrives

My personal heaven would be inside a book.

The book would be short, it doesn't have to be long to be amazing. I haven't figured out what it would be about yet but it would be written beautifully. Some people would love it and some would hate it. Someone will always hate something that someone else loves.

On the cover, in small letters along the bottom, would be a name. The name isn't anything significant to anyone else, just another name on another book. But it would mean the world to the person whose name it was.

Paige Winters.

I wake up to see him still sleeping. We are sprawled out on a mattress on the floor. The piles of boxes around us jog my memory of last night. After a long day of moving into a place we can finally call our own, our exhaustion took hold and convinced us that a room with no heat and only one blanket was the comfiest room in existence. I look at him again as his breath comes out steadily, warm puffs of smoke in the December air. Maybe we were right.