I hope all is well in your world. weather etc not treating you too harshly.
Here is my try at Sunday Scribblings for this week.
Karrie walked around her space. Loving it. The fresh smell of the furniture polish, the gleam of the expensive crystal bowl with fruit in it on the mahogany carved coffee table. She sat down on the lounge and sunk into it's soft warm cushions and stared at the big screen television in front of her. Should she switch it on. No she knew it would be such a shame to break the spell that her perfect lounge room was providing her. It was so warm in here, so comfortable, a space she could be proud to have as her own. She got up and walked into the bedroom area. That quilt cover was so pretty and the sheets freshly changed and new, as were the curtains. The other sheets were put away in storage and she was enjoying the new color scheme and atmosphere in here. Nothing but the best for her high tastes.
Oh the kids had found her and she had to go and referee their antics again. "No Simon, no, don't touch the crystal bowl, it might get broken, Oh Celia come here while I wipe your nose again. Slow down, don't run around like that. "
Her spell was broken. It was so cold outside, not good for Celia's health with that cold she was suffering at the moment, that cough, oh lord.
Simon, he was tough, could handle anything and owned the world. He ran on ahead skipping and bouncing. Past the people rushing home, leaving work. It was quite a walk back to her tiny, dark, damp, apartment. The landlord would be waiting for the last of her welfare cheque, for his rent. Pancakes for tea again tonight and if the kids didn't finish them all she might get the leftovers.
We all want something. Pigs might fly.