When Tea was visiting my house a few weeks ago, I was getting ready to go to bed so I started wandering towards my bedroom. I guess he had already ran in ahead of me, and he was hiding pinned against the wall, in the pitch black. I went to flick on the lightswitch and he grabbed my hand and started screaming.
I accidentally froze his hand, I got so scared.
I really like Summer! When I was little my parents used to have a lot bbq’s and I’d go swimming a lot with my friends, so I always kept busy. I think my favorite summer though was when I went touring with my boyfriends band, I always used to watch them play from backstage. ^^
His deteriorated figure leans against the opened windows sill. Packs of cigarettes sit on the polished white sill, stacked on top of each other. The smell of the previously smoked cigarettes mixing with the scent of food, greasy pizza hanging with it. The blue eyes are closed and he tries to breathe deeply, weakly moving the single cigarette from his mouth. Smoke drifts out, swirling in the air, shifting towards the window. Flowing as particles out of the tiny punctured screen. He’s tired.
