Stop and Smell the Hydrangeas.
Today wasn't a good day.
Riddled with dread, bad intentions, and frustrations
I'm begging for a way out.
While being shackled to my desk, I could feel myself drifting away.
Speed walking down the avenues, a smile breaks my hard face at the sight of fresh pink and purple hydrangeas.
The day becomes a distant memory as now I'm not rushing home to escape the misery that was today.
I'm rushing home to enjoy the night with you.
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