lights a cigarette just open your eyes. The TV is on, she fell asleep with clothes. About the phone waiting for a sorpesa, e, a message, something, or shit, as usual. Breathing in the smoke-laden air and the room closed for hours it is annoying but not enough to do something about it.
half open The jean cause discomfort, also traces of makeup but gives no encouragement to wash your face, only to return naked to the bed. A song can not recoder still mulling over for days, and times seem to remember the lyrics, not sure.
is staring at the ceiling, now back the phone, lift your legs and leans against the wall, stretched her arms to catch the night-light and shadows look shape your body, sleep and said goodbye for now and must find ways to entertain.
rose, turns on the tiny room and faces the mirror, it appears, disheveled and makeup run, continues to smoke. He sits on the only chair you have, look at the window, trying to remember the song again.
think a thousand things, all related to the silence of your phone, and tested the most. Now think about how to think on with his life. End
smoking, turn off the TV, turn off the lamp and back to bed, it is discovered and staring at the ceiling waiting for that silence comes to mind. Still waiting.
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