12 November 2012

You get in late, You take a shot, Of vodka - straight, It burns down hot.

You shed your coat, You shed your tights, You light the fire, Knock on the lights.

You pour some wine, You grab a book, You hang your vest, Up on a hook.

You sip your wine, Your book you read, Sit by the fire, With lights you need.

HeatherAnneYour Evening Routine. • Opuss № I