𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄.

|| me: maybe I’ll get to replies today. It’s been quiet. My basement:

Peeks out.

|| replies tomorrow. I haven’t forgotten anyone, I’m just sleepy. And we’re also getting ready for our new dog coming in next weekend.

Yawns. Tea. She needs a strong cup of tea.

“Of course I have more to eat. Please, take what you’d like.”

|| what can I say, she has the survival instincts of a wet napkin

Nervously, Adeline wrung her hands, keeping her eyes cast downwards. “I — I got lost. It’s silly, I know. I didn’t mean to cause any disruption.”

|| im here. I promise. Baby just has been going through a sleep regression and im tired.

A quick swim in the moonlight won’t hurt, will it? She’s covered in dirt and sweat from gardening all day.

Sundays are for 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, after all. #𝓢eductive𝓢unday

“. . . M’lord?”

Tending to her rose garden, Adeline wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of dirt across her face.