It may be too hot for jeans today. The warmth of the window sill reminds me that the winter time is finally over, it may be time to invest in some clothes to match the changing seasons. I sit on the end of the bed and pull on my shoes as I look at my half finished painting that I started last night. Just another view from my window, but this time I sat around the other way to get a different view. A new perspective, it was a nice change.
Poppy moves about the kitchen at a snails pace, making herself a cup of tea. I pause for a second and watch her; she doesn't seem like herself at all, and I'm worried that it's because of me. Perhaps I've over stayed my welcome? I try and push the thought from my head, repeating the words that Dr Lawrence has been drilling into me for my last few sessio
