Listening to your soft, patient, quiet breaths of air in the death mode of hybernation for a night are soo sweet and soothing. Kind of like aromatherapy but through sound. Wondering of what you are thinking between everyone of you silent inhales drives me crazy, and makes me wonder if I am the prince charming rescuing you or if I am the Romeo giving my life to be with you in heaven, or even if I am the Kurmit the frog to you piggy. The breaths have gotten heavier now like you are in the deeper mode of sleep and you are never going to reply to me if I say hello over this telephone. Or maybe its a nightmare. Maybe its just that me keeping you on the phone this late to the point that you doze off is making you dream about how painful you are going to make me feel tommarrow. Well whatever it is I LOVE IT. GoodnightBirth sign: Virgo
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