Day sixteen. On the table

We gave up on a table earlier this year. Embraced who we were and decided that the number of times we ate at a table didn't make up for the space it took up in our little place. We have a trunk that is a table, we eat on cushions on the floor around the table. The trunk is set for soup, the day required bubbles, there is a bunch of white roses in honour of a dear friend who died suddenly this week and we seem to have a lighter for those candles.