The stars swayed. Back and forth they rocked twinkling the littlest of light. I sat until the sun rise watching, listening. Thinking about nothing under his arm.
It was near 6 in the morning as I walked down stairs. I poured some milk into a bowl of cereal. I grabbed a small spoon and walked over to the table feeling the ridges and pockets in the cold tile under my feet as I shivered. I took bites one by one. I drank the last of my milk and put the bowl in the sink.
I walked back up the stairs running my feet against the smooth wood. Hopping onto my bed and snuggling down under the covers feeling chilly. I went on my phone and sat all morning, all day.
I wrote poems, lots and lots of poems. I wrote quotes. I wrote and wrote everything in my book. for hours on end only stopping to breath.
And so for while thats what went on. I sat throught the day writing and slept through the nights dreaming about everything possible.
