Tiny Story: Mystery Visitor
Too bad it had to stop. Too bad it happens only in the morning.
My sleepy eyes wondered.
Why couldn’t you stay longer?
Why do you hate you--rain? My Blinking eyelids pondered.
Why do you stalk me while I am sleeping and run away when I wake up?
Because if you are planning not to hang about; you should tell the glass to keep your secret and tell the window to close its mouth.
Created: Jul 08, 2011Document Media