sickrooms – Invalid Fantasies

Convalescing in the White House

Inspired by images of the first lady laid up after surgery, eating in bed, with her husband, the President.

Dreamy convalescing sickbed friends.

Fantasizing about specialized spa sickrooms, revisiting one I was in five years ago.

Your skin is your largest (diseased) organ.

Bright sun must be BLOCKED.

Fall nesting in sickly soft pink light, wishing for someone to prescribe The Cure.

Considering the best sickroom lighting colors.

I dream of bringing my visions of padded cells, bookwormholes, and peaceful solitary confinement to life.

Is it because the moon is dark?

The sharp powerful scent of clean magical healing.