“Stop calling my name; I’m sleeping.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
She called my name again.
“Shut it, please.”
“I can’t. I have to pull you under with me.”
“Don’t, please. I live the regret already; isn’t that enough!?” I threw my sheets with ferocity. My body was covered with sweat. I looked outside and knew it was still midnight.
“It will never be. After all, you used me for a night before you buried me miles below the surface of the land.”
I roared. “Please!”
“One day, you’ll rest with me; down under with water as beds.”
I just yelled.
so intelligent.
Moooom!
A great story. I read this 3 times, I enjoyed it that much!
Thank you very much, Rebecca! I’m really glad you enjoyed it.