She sat down beside me on the lumpy sofa. I hoped she wouldn't question my snoring, but my breath was too uneven to keep up the facade. Curling up against my side, the girl turned her big red eyes to my face, probably to gauge my reaction. My fave felt strained, covered in sweat, and my once measured breathing was now hitched.
With a laugh as beautiful as the break of dawn, she relinquished her position against my shoulder, settling by placing her head in my lap.
"Sleep well, love?" she giggled. Her face no longer bore the mischievous smirk that I once thought was forever etched into her face. Behind the tranquil laughter was nothing short of complete and utter happiness. She was more beautiful than any angel with her makeup scrubbed off and her hair in knots. She was mine and what a joy it was to say that.
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Now everybody's got advice they just keep on givin'
Doesn't mean too much to me
Lot's of people out to make-believe they're livin'
Can't decide who they should be.
Doesn't mean too much to me
Lot's of people out to make-believe they're livin'
Can't decide who they should be.
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