He dozes off and I take a deep breath, not tired and realizing I should be sleeping in the afternoon. Closing my eyes, I decide I should try, and sigh.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wake to a kiss on the forehead and flash a smile, "Is it night?" I ask, sitting up. My eyes turn red in a way of telling me it is, my hair turning midnight black and my skin turning even more and my lips turning deep red, "I guess it is," I stand, stretching.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile back at him, resting a hand on my hip, "You should go back to sleep. I'm getting up like this all the time, now. I can't be in the sun or I turn to ashes."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile and flop on my stomach, looking up at her, "If you have to be up, I want to. I can get a night job instead of a day one so we could be on the same schedule."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. — Aldous Huxley, Brave New World