Sunday, November 10, 2013
The Never Ending Night
Clouds draped around my body.
That's what it feels like when you wrap your chocolate around me.
We start to paint a picture with slow brush strokes until we become a sleeping masterpiece.
I wake up wishing that the night would continue into the morning. But the clock is calling.
We have 16 hours until we meet in bed again. Makes me wish even more that last night would never end.