by Diane W. Bailey | Sep 9, 2013 | Uncategorized
I walk into the room, and morning light spills soft and glowing across tiled floors and a rug of robin’s egg blue. Pulling back a silky, chocolate comforter and shaking floral sheet, I watch crumbs of food, smuggled into bed after hours, fly through the air like...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 2, 2012 | Diane's Posts
I walk into the room, and morning light spills soft and glowing across tiled floors and a rug of robin’s egg blue. Pulling back a silky, chocolate comforter and shaking floral sheet, I watch crumbs of food smuggled into bed after hours, fly through the air, like...