012: Promise? Promise.
I flop down on the carpet (woollen), close my eyes (dark), and lie in a field of green (tickling). The sun caresses my palms and feet (lightly), and plays across my face (warmly). Blue skies above (brilliant).
And right next to me (quiet), you (peaceful). Cross-legged with a book open in your lap (absorbed). You peer at me (softly). "Hi there." You smile and brush strands of hair from my forehead (gently). "How you doing?"
I stick my tongue out at you and grin (content). "Could've been better."
"It could always have been better." You close your book (attentive). "What's up?"
"Meh, just the usual. Life. Stuff."
You sigh and look up to the skies as though you're praying for patience (exasperated), except you don't really believe in prayers (disbeliever), and when you turn back to me you're smiling fondly (caring). "It'll be okay."
"It just sucks right now."
"I know. But it'll get better."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Written by: Katrine H.
And right next to me (quiet), you (peaceful). Cross-legged with a book open in your lap (absorbed). You peer at me (softly). "Hi there." You smile and brush strands of hair from my forehead (gently). "How you doing?"
I stick my tongue out at you and grin (content). "Could've been better."
"It could always have been better." You close your book (attentive). "What's up?"
"Meh, just the usual. Life. Stuff."
You sigh and look up to the skies as though you're praying for patience (exasperated), except you don't really believe in prayers (disbeliever), and when you turn back to me you're smiling fondly (caring). "It'll be okay."
"It just sucks right now."
"I know. But it'll get better."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Written by: Katrine H.
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