Sunday, 10 June 2007

last rays before sunset

She had a bad day. We curled up and read until the light began to fade. There's a time of day when it turns to dark honey. There are a few trees outside the window of our little flat. They are lush and green and we can pretend we are hiding in a secret tree house. The light flickers and we watch the shadows playing. She lit some candles and I danced to make her laugh.

I danced to the Pet Shop Boys. She laughed a lot.

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