Aphdry
(Affdree)Derived from seraph and sondry. Also influenced by Audrey. It's based on a feeling you get AFTER being apart from something wonderful but unable to forget it. Like an angel it seems to derive from a higher place. (APH for short)
She pulls the covers up and nuzzles in. Her credit card interest fee's are high, holidays are coming and she'd have to cut back. She couldn't remember the dreams of her own.
Tonight her brain was branching off. 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' with Audrey Hepburn. The multitude of times she watched 'Sabrina' from 1995. She loved the classic feel not only of the woman being portrayed in the film, but the films themselves. How the acting took center stage to carry the story with very few effects. Very few bells and whistles. The old glam we aspire to on special occasions. The look those women inspire that the rest of us hope to achieve once in our lives.
The next branch, to the memory of my sweet pea, my dog. Originally someone elses dog, but the first time I met her she seemed to know I was hers. Then sitting on my bed, how she reaches out a paw on top of my hand. According to youtube videos, her way of saying I love you. I whisper tiredly, "I love you too baby cakes".
Branching once again from the same feeling, I reminisce about the first time I received a top story listing. When I realized someone or someones actually read my writings.
Like a child, with visions of sugar plums that danced in my head, searching words to express not the words but feelings and stories.
The branch sways me to sleep, carrying me to panglossian dreams.
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A tender journey through memories and dreams, where the allure of classic films intertwines with the warmth of canine companionship. The joy of recognition in writing, akin to a sweet lullaby, guides the storyteller into a slumber of optimistic dreams. Lovely!