It was an early sunday morning.
5 am and the dogs are barking.
As my groupmates filled the air,
Of calm snores that are quite clear.
I doubted for a second,
Wether to still lay down or finally stand,
As the ceiling is the only thing I see,
While the cold morning embraced me.
Doubtfully, I lowered my head
And saw a pair of jet black eyes, staring
Looking straight at me intently
Laying from a distance, stood there silently.
It stayed for 3 secs,
Before the mouth moves and smiled.
Tried to but I failed,
And smiled back
as my heart uncontrollably wailed.
You offered to make me a cup of coffee,
And shit, nothing more made me happy.
Tell me, are you still acting ordinarily,
Or was it my imagination killing me.
