Although I don't smoke while I'm awake, when I dream I carry a long cigarette, one like Cruella Deville, at the edge of my lips, and blow magnificent rings which I like to watch disappear into the sky. I'm feisty like Cruella too--I welcome conflict, especially when I drink tequila. In the presence of champagne I become much more sensitive, like Edie Sedgwick, whom I adore. Champagne is my love affair, like Andy Warhol was Edie's.
And so I inch towards the bubbles sitting on my desk, begging me to enjoy.
So I must...
Cheers to storytelling, champagne, and mermaids.
Until next time,
Xx
Baya
