It's a Tuesday morning.
Everyone's still half asleep from Monday's work.
Groggily putting the books away after everyone finishes.
Even her.
Then I awaken, realizing she's waiting for me.
My mouth starts having a seizure and suddenly I'm overthinking everything.
Is my voice too low?
Can she understand me?
Thank God it's alright as I walk up the stairs, chatting.
Not flirtatiously, but casually.
Then watching her leave, earlier than I expected to.
If only stairs were longer.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
It's a Tuesday morning.
Everyone's still half asleep from Monday's work.
Groggily putting the books away after everyone finishes.
Even her.
Then I awaken, realizing she's waiting for me.
My mouth starts having a seizure and suddenly I'm overthinking everything.
Is my voice too low?
Can she understand me?
Thank God it's alright as I walk up the stairs, chatting.
Not flirtatiously, but casually.
Then watching her leave, earlier than I expected to.
If only stairs were longer.
I guess the opposite of flashback is flashfront? Or brought back?
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