We set up beds in the living room.
Actually, as much as I'd like to call them beds,
They're soft blankets
Piled on top of the carpet.
Ella falls asleep first, her gentle breathing filling the room.
I stare at the dying embers of the fire
Trying to find shapes in the darkness.
Adalie's awake too.
I meet her eyes,
And she holds my gaze for a minute
Before rolling over in her makeshift bed.
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RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
