Curious to see what color eyes he has, I just wait until he opens them. A hazel. I don't realize I'm crying until I feel the years slip down my cheek. I swear in a whisper and wipe it away.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Don't sit down and write because you're a writer; sit down and write because you have something to say. And if the sea of ideas isn't flowing, well, just tell me about your day. — OrabellaAvenue