by ~Phantasos~ » Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:22 am
Jessica swam in the ocean quietly. She closed her eyes as a wave crashed over her head.
Soldier was asleep on the couch. The TV remote was in his hand and the sports were on.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."