The combination of candles I have burning in my bedroom right now are making the most beautiful scent.

It smells just like my grandmother’s soap.
It makes me think of when I was little and would take baths in the giant, cast iron, claw-footed bathtub in the bathroom, with bubbles foaming over the sides. She would sit beside the tub, and we’d play with Polly Pockets, the old ones, the tiny ones, the ones with the magnets on the bottoms of their feet.

I really miss her.