... Sleepless ...
.
Softly the music plays on the computer.
In time, the winds seem to blow through the windows.
I make the count aloud as I sit back and smile.
At this time it is fifty-one days.
Less then two months and I will see her.
She will probably read this and think I am a bit touched.
Yet, she knows deep inside that it makes her smile as well.
Time for Me to try to sleep.
I hope that I am able to.
~Tora
Softly the music plays on the computer.
In time, the winds seem to blow through the windows.
I make the count aloud as I sit back and smile.
At this time it is fifty-one days.
Less then two months and I will see her.
She will probably read this and think I am a bit touched.
Yet, she knows deep inside that it makes her smile as well.
Time for Me to try to sleep.
I hope that I am able to.
~Tora