Welcome to fantasy land. Remember the old times, leaving the house to eat? Spoiling the fancy tablecloth with rich food, drinking too much wine… How did they get the stains out? One of life’s mysteries. Laughter roared with fire on the inside; a heated bliss away from home. Skimpy dress defied the elements, a slice of summer in winter.
The virus came, lockdown enforced. The frost set in. Somewhere in my heart, I’m always sitting at the corner table; heaven away from life, unwinding with great company.
And now I look at the photograph, transforming into poor The Little Match Girl.
Note: The Little Match Girl is a Hans Christian Andersen fairytale. For details read the wiki page here.