WHISPERING MONDAY

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window. One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent. I want to create a cologne that smells like a whisper. It’ll be for all the secret admirers out there.
 I may not be a horse whisperer, but I certainly can and do shout at unicorns. If you listen quietly enough life will whisper its secrets to you .