Without you
At night, she would crawl into bed, sliding legs under the crisp coolness of the sheets. She'd close her eyes, slowly and lightly at first, then she'd see his face. She'd see him standing in a collage of green and brown patches holding the powerful chunk of metal in his hand, laboring to stifle it's sheer irrefutable strength. She'd see him forcing on against thrashing winds and gritty sand storms that blew him round like a ragdoll in a dryer. She closed her eyes tighter as she heard is tags... Sign in to see full entry.