by ~Phantasos~ » Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:18 pm
Kate kissed his cheek. "Go relax. I'll clean up everything." she offered sweetly and began picking up the sheets that had been ripped off the bed.
"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."