I wish her sweet dreams and she drifts off, her shoulder looking even worse than when I last saw her. I hesitate before standing and walking back down, passing Jag on the way.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind
