I woke up alone in the bedroom we used to share. I looked to your bed, the one where we used to lie down to watch movies, to laugh for anything, to share our dreams. I chose to close my eyes again, trying to come back to sleep in the naive hope that I could wake up later in a different reality, in one where I would be happy because you would be there, in your bed, sleeping until midday, waking up in a bad mood, complaining about the hour, the breakfast, all… but still there with me.
Eu gosto muito de escrever drabbles e essas microficções, acho extremamente interessante como a gente tenta passar tudo em tão pouco. Muito obrigada pelo comentário <3
May 21, 2019, 6:46 a.m.