hide me.

Can I hide here?

(Currently at a stress level of like 1000.)

I just want to sit here and eat toast with salted butter and peach jam (with some cheesey scrambled eggs), drink iced coffee, and read the latest Harper's Bazzar.  

And then I want to cook pasta with tomatoes and clams and a plum galette.  

(The hard industrtial windows with the exposed brick and wood gets me every time.)  

Image via Pinterest.