Instead of sleeping now, I am pressed against my old, rusty window. I have been waiting for you to come home.
So I can finally get some r e s t.
Sunrises became sunsets and sunsets became sunrises. Neither one of them were as golden as you.
I have been tired for months.
YOU ARE READING
MONOTONE
Short StoryEverything looks like it is in monotone. Just like a music score, just like a keyboard.
