Wednesday 14 August 2013

Re: Econs

I saw your exhausted eyes lined with millions of words and sentences all in an absolute jumble for the day after.

I wished my hands were beside you to pat your little head; for comfort, support.

Tonight, I dimmed your lights and made sure you're ready.

Tomorrow, I'll send my regards. You well? Prepared?

Sleep well, my dear. Sweet dreams.

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