The lights in the quiet, warm house are off and through the foggy glass of the windows, and outside I can see snow falling gracefully onto the white, peaceful ground. The black night is tired and sleeps while the clouds sprinkle their jewels upon the earth. The blanket around me comforts my body and washes away the cares of the slow day gone by. My hands smile as they hold my mug of tea and the warmth tingles on my fingertips and silently kisses my cheeks as I close my eyes and slip into a welcoming, quiet dream. I sigh at the irreplaceable perfection of this moment and am convinced that nothing else could ever possibly make it better. But then your hand gently touches my shoulder as you kiss my forehead tenderly- And in this moment, I know that I was wrong.
Reason for writing:
Thats just what happened...
Birth sign: Aries
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