It’s 1958, Havana Cuba. Almost 1 o’clock in the afternoon. We’ve come home, still smelling of the loving debauchery of the night before. One of these containers leads to continuation of our current behaviour, one of these leads to a nice cold soft pillow with a cool gentle breeze caressing our faces and closed eyelids and reassuring us “it’s ok my dears, dream well, all is forgivenâ€. I hope I choose well.
Phew.
Love,
SJ