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January 24, 2011
At first, she sat still.
When he had rolled over, he had brushed against her inner thigh and his hand had felt clammy on her.
Seems like, he had never been sleeping once beside her.
Seems like, he had all along been striving to close weary and feverish eyes.
Frantic moves under his eyelids had given given away the mischevous scheme of some devils fitfully pacing up and down or lying low at the edge of his consciousness.
They had been creeping up on her. She had felt.
A shadow had been hovering over her own eyes. She had thought.
And then, there had been this slight touch. She hadn't started. A deep shiver had run along her spine and she had found herself fully awake, eyes wide open. She couldn't tell whether she had slept at all.
She had staightened up, letting his dead hand trickle along her leg.
And there she was, staring blankly at the chair sitting upright bolt across her.
Her idle gaze fastened onto its sharp outlines.
Her slender nape was imperceptly flickering to and fro or simply sagging, almost toppling over a tight and stone stiff torso.
When he had rolled over, he had brushed against her inner thigh and his hand had felt clammy on her.
Seems like, he had never been sleeping once beside her.
Seems like, he had all along been striving to close weary and feverish eyes.
Frantic moves under his eyelids had given given away the mischevous scheme of some devils fitfully pacing up and down or lying low at the edge of his consciousness.
They had been creeping up on her. She had felt.
A shadow had been hovering over her own eyes. She had thought.
And then, there had been this slight touch. She hadn't started. A deep shiver had run along her spine and she had found herself fully awake, eyes wide open. She couldn't tell whether she had slept at all.
She had staightened up, letting his dead hand trickle along her leg.
And there she was, staring blankly at the chair sitting upright bolt across her.
Her idle gaze fastened onto its sharp outlines.
Her slender nape was imperceptly flickering to and fro or simply sagging, almost toppling over a tight and stone stiff torso.
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