Monday, January 31, 2011

Saturday evening

The room was dull and the rain was free falling outside. It's cold. And then there's his hand. I couldn't help falling asleep. Despite the show that was playing in front of me I kept nodding off.
"Don't you want to sleep?"
I nodded. He asked me to move to his bed. The lethargy and his comfort made me lazy to move. Then he carried me up.

I fell asleep to the rain. And to the sight he was beside me by the bed.

No one fitted me that well.

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