When I woke up she was standing beside the bed looking at me. I had no clue just for how long her eyes had been running on my sleeping body but when I moved my head I think I woke her up from her dream.
There was a pile of shoes underneath her bed, left behind by their owners that couldn't stay. I looked at her, through my half closed eyes. I would have fallen in love with her at that moment, with her mysterious smile if only she hadn't been holding a drill in her hands.
On the night table, the letter I wrote her the day before slowly finished burning.
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