16 May, 2009 5/16/2009
Tag, you're it.
1. I jump you jump.
2. I have currently lost inspiration to write a short prose again. Yet again.
3. It is 12:06 am. I think my stomach is shrinking, hah.
4. Can't wait for Camp Zion, seeking Him wholeheartedly.
A gentle breeze blew and ruffled her hair. She leaned back and breathed in, deeply. Smiling to herself, she spread out her dry sheet and lay on her back, counting the stars.
"Hey."
Startled, she turned around almost immediately and faced him.
"What are
you doing here?" she stated almost defiantly to him.
He just smiled, and jostled her to the right of her dry sheet, leaning back too.
Sighing , she turned and looked up at the sky once more, internally enjoying the company that joined her.
The next morning, the cleaner found two people sleeping on a dry sheet on the rooftop.
a moment, please
