Jumat, 28 Januari 2011

11 Days

He sits at his desk, his back to her - though she imagines his brow is furrowed as he sorts through monotonous work things.

She sits on the bed, glancing around the room and imagining when they will share it, every day.

He stands up, walks a few steps to the bed, leans over her slouching figure and kisses her forehead.

Every day hasn't come yet. But 11 days isn't so bad, either.

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