In the darkness of the first night, I saw nothing except the mysterious energy around that bed!
I saw her gold hair, and I said what I'm into now!
I couldn't sleep!
I was sensitive to every single movement of me so I won't disturb the mysterious sleep of her!
I heard the fight between her pen and paper... A battle of proving a point of view that no one won't understand!
"It is raining" a voice i won't forget!  
A voice of caring!!!
Beneath her bed, I was playing a game of guessing!!!
Is she writing!
Is she drawing!
Is she fighting!
Is she in pain!
The question I keep asking myself!
Is it my business to be so sensitive about the energy around me!
What I am made of!