is this really the last piece?
i wish they'd play more.
but i want to go home, too;
i feel like my head is falling from
my neck. i just can't support it anymore.
it's so heavy.
and my spine is aching;
i wish i could lie down on my bed and snuggle
under the covers (with you) and listen to this.
she leans against him slightly,
shyly,
and he wraps an arm around her.
she lets her head fall
onto his shoulder
and smiles
even as he smiles, too,
and breathes in the sweet scent of her shampoo.
YOU ARE READING
Rhapsody
Short StoryA shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
