Dark hair,
wet with water.
Drip..
Drip....
Drop.....
Tumbling down upon my pillow,
soaking the surface.
Smelling fresh from the
shampoo,
my hair flows down in cascading waves.
A chill flows through me,
as if death was passing by,
I snuggle underneath the pink
bedcover,
my knees to my chest.
My pillow by now is drenched with water
from my laziness,
as if falling into a salty pool.
Dedicated to riyasjk19
She made the cover for this book and does an amazing job so go give her some support:)
