jetlag
The clock reads 4:00am.
Ok, now what?
The still air in the room.
The paralysis of the surroundings.
The almost deafening silence.
*uh-oh*
Phew. Thank God for msn. :X
The constant typing broke the deafening silence.
The movement of the fingers gave life to the inanimate surroundings.
Her breathing manipulated the air around her.
Not a single yawn,
After 3 cups of milk.
Not a single rub of the eye,
After staring at her lappie for hours.
Eeks this is bad.
Ok, now what?
The still air in the room.
The paralysis of the surroundings.
The almost deafening silence.
*uh-oh*
Phew. Thank God for msn. :X
The constant typing broke the deafening silence.
The movement of the fingers gave life to the inanimate surroundings.
Her breathing manipulated the air around her.
Not a single yawn,
After 3 cups of milk.
Not a single rub of the eye,
After staring at her lappie for hours.
Eeks this is bad.
