I strangely love to take the dishes out of the dishwasher. It's like little kisses on your fingertips, all warm and delicious. The plates in my hands are like hot chocolate in my throat, bowls like the sun brushing my face and the spoons are like a warm bath. Slipping into the bubbles and feeling the tension cease.
Clink-clink say the dishes, as if to understand. "We understand you,"they whisper. "Just hold us for a while and we'll warm up your soul."
Hmmm. So good.
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