Usually he beeps me at 9 PM. He calls my name with a question mark, asking if I'm still wide awake or not. But either ways, he only tells me goodnight. Sometimes he would ask something randomly or types part of my entries. Trying to recall every part of the story.
Late at 9 he would never fail to surprise me, just to make sure I'm okay and will be having a goodnight sleep. Usually not privately but asks a friend just to ask me.
You may call whatever and everything else but when the clock strikes 9, here I lay my back, waiting for him to beep me. Like I wait for something I was never sure. As everybody says, the sweet dream to begin.
If I was anybody else, dreams would start at 3 at dusk or even later that early morning. It takes a nightmare or a sweet dream to cover. But your goodnight calls makes me easy and safe. Like a prayer been told to keep me safe within Lord's hold. And I will always wait til 9 and to see whether you still care.
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Excerpt from A Book He'll Never Know It Exists
Poetryhere I scribe the words I couldn't tell, for I am coward and tongue tied when I am faced to you. this I write when I feel and missed your love longing and lingering every time my heart beats. To G, who keeps me going and making my works beautiful. D...
