Saturday, 9 January 2016

In the Bus beside a Lady



Shy eyes wander here and there in desperate hopes of getting sleep. Mine mistakenly fall upon hers; it only gets exciting.

My skin tingles against hers. She does not mind at all – the warmth of how I steal a look.

She jerks awake and with her fingers, she combs her hair. Studying where we are, she lifts her chin up, still combing. I forgot her awareness; she noticed me look. To my shame, I managed to fall asleep only to wake up to find her gone.








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