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Sleep Little One... You are Meant for Bigger Days....
Michael headed back downstairs and Andi started to get settled in for some much needed rest. Shoes off and big t-shirt and shorts courtesy of my work made her look even smaller than she was. She crawled into bed and under the covers.
I sat on the bed beside her stroking her hair. I could feel her head grow heavier as she drifted off to sleep. I sat there her head in my lap trying to think of how different her life was going to be. How one day she would become something powerful and important. I started to think about what I had done with my life, and how I had acted. Everything seemed so small, so insignificant. Suddenly I was wide awake. I rested my head atop Andi's as she slept.
How the heck did I get into this... caring about people I didn't know, worrying over things I didn't even knew about until today.
I wondered where Willow was, and what she was doing. I hadn't seen her in so long, and I had wanted to talk to her so badly, but she was exhausted, and I wasn't about to make her more tired. I wondered if she had moved on from Tara. I sat there stroking Andi's hair and I thought of what Michael said about the shaking hands of dead people or something... I mean what was that all about anyway.
Great now I am thinking about dead people I know... Tara, she was the only one I could think of. I guess my mind was on Willow and it was only natural since I had just been talking to Michael about Tara that she would come to mind.
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Michael headed back downstairs and Andi started to get settled in for some much needed rest. Shoes off and big t-shirt and shorts courtesy of my work made her look even smaller than she was. She crawled into bed and under the covers.
I sat on the bed beside her stroking her hair. I could feel her head grow heavier as she drifted off to sleep. I sat there her head in my lap trying to think of how different her life was going to be. How one day she would become something powerful and important. I started to think about what I had done with my life, and how I had acted. Everything seemed so small, so insignificant. Suddenly I was wide awake. I rested my head atop Andi's as she slept.
How the heck did I get into this... caring about people I didn't know, worrying over things I didn't even knew about until today.
I wondered where Willow was, and what she was doing. I hadn't seen her in so long, and I had wanted to talk to her so badly, but she was exhausted, and I wasn't about to make her more tired. I wondered if she had moved on from Tara. I sat there stroking Andi's hair and I thought of what Michael said about the shaking hands of dead people or something... I mean what was that all about anyway.
Great now I am thinking about dead people I know... Tara, she was the only one I could think of. I guess my mind was on Willow and it was only natural since I had just been talking to Michael about Tara that she would come to mind.
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