Bedtime story!
"And then we would open our lunch boxes and fight our way into it. A bunch of hungry kids, never dined fine, you see." - his eyes sparkled as he continued to reminisce his childhood. Sprawled on the bed lazily, he sifted through his memories and babbled on.
She noticed the slight quiver in his excited voice now and then. Eager subtle tremors ran down his fingers which lay cupped in her hands. His smooth skin shone in the incandescent light and his voice floated around the dimly lit room. She looked lovingly at him, as he tossed and belched out memories.
"How simple was his life and its string of daily boulders. Tiny obstacles, unsettling moments and euphoric accomplishments; yet so extraordinarily ordinary. He seemed to have lived each moment and enjoyed his ride deeply along with the bumps."
As she turned to look for her phone; her reflection caught her eye. She looked into her own eyes, her wounds stared back at her, restless to open up any moment. How dark and deep were her eyes, so were her memories. She never could look back at them like others, even now!
She noticed the slight quiver in his excited voice now and then. Eager subtle tremors ran down his fingers which lay cupped in her hands. His smooth skin shone in the incandescent light and his voice floated around the dimly lit room. She looked lovingly at him, as he tossed and belched out memories.
"How simple was his life and its string of daily boulders. Tiny obstacles, unsettling moments and euphoric accomplishments; yet so extraordinarily ordinary. He seemed to have lived each moment and enjoyed his ride deeply along with the bumps."
As she turned to look for her phone; her reflection caught her eye. She looked into her own eyes, her wounds stared back at her, restless to open up any moment. How dark and deep were her eyes, so were her memories. She never could look back at them like others, even now!
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