I slipped back into Portland tonight… finally home, finally breathing again. It’s been a long week, and I promised myself I wouldn’t let anything pull me off my path anymore. So I lit a candle, put on my green lace set — the one that makes my red hair glow — and wrapped myself in a silk robe that feels like a whisper on my skin. I’m sitting here with a cup of hot tea, soft music humming in the background, sketchbook open on my lap… letting my mind wander into all the little fantasies I never say out loud. And you… yes, you… you’re the one I’m thinking about. I’m here for you tonight. If you feel that pull, you already know why.