Comfort

Three supple teenage butts in tight jeans performed exaggerated
synchronised waddles along prisengracht. Delighted, I entered the
pancake bakery for dinner. A 17th century warehouse, intimately
lit and warm; a testament to dutch gezelligheid. I had pancake adorned
with generous slices of banana, dollops of fresh whipped cream and
drizzles of rich chocolate sauce. I washed it down with a
sweet, nutty coffee, and then relaxed into a smoke and a dream.