Lavender Nights — Chapter Three

SASHA

My house was quaint, yet it exuded and alerted one to the finer things in life, with vines of greenery covering the windows, and pink petunias dancing in the front yard. It was my haven. It was cold most of the time, my greatest memories were the peaceful feeling of sitting on the windowsill drinking a hot cup of coffee watching the natural world a single pant away. I liked to watch the snow drop down…