a little. sharp beam of fresh sunlight fell on her dark brown skin. the skin already layered by a thin sheet of wintry sweat. wish i knew the guy who has some control over time, would have asked him to pause. or was it stopped for a short while, i think i remember everything else staying motionless in that dark room except for our minds perhaps. who knows what was the truth, or is it all my imagination.
blurry images still keep flashing, though there is no way to stop and watch it again. all i am left with is smell of salt in the cold wintry sweat.
blurry images still keep flashing, though there is no way to stop and watch it again. all i am left with is smell of salt in the cold wintry sweat.
