An ordinary sunday, – we had to much to talk about and forgot the time.
‘Is she asleep?’
‘Yes, I guess, it is way past bedtime. You can go I’m just going to stay here for another while. I will put her to bed, it’s fine, don’t worry’
An ordinary mondaymorning, – I found myself in his bed, his hand on my shoulder, the one that untied my shoes and carryied me to bed.
give love and recieve kindness
The overthinking 