Routines, rituals, repetitive slow steps.
Take out the old ones, chip at the solidified wax, choose new ones, planning scent.
Control. Very controlled. Exactly as I envisioned. For once.
Foetus Flames leaping with joy at the chance of life. Zapping all that should have, could have,needs to be.
Cocooned in warmth and aroma and restful presence.