Waking up, getting dressed reluctantly. Not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed.
Snow raging outside, its white claws pawing at my windows.
Responsibilities, clouding my mind, an agenda filled with peculiar things.
And then, there is the safety of you. The comfort.
Which I long for.
måndag 28 december 2009
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