Monday, February 22, 2010

There is nothing to say. And for once it feels good. Somewhat like just lazing around under the sun. Or in the grass somewhere. And she comes to me holding her little red and orange ViewMaster. It used to be once mine. She lets me look through it. It reveals stories under beams of light. There's Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Hercules and even Toy Story.
The specks of dust are silver today, like any other day. And you're in my head, like any other day.