Third day of covenant. You wake up. You're naked. You sit in bed and stretch your arms up to stretch and get rid of laziness. Then you wake up without a sound. I pretend to be asleep and I watch from my den under the sheets. I just need some chocolate chip cookies for my happiness
complete. Immediately you realize that something is missing. Start the search. In the bedroom at first, later for all rooms. I, just barely, hold my laughter.
Finally look at the clock, you bite your lip and give you up. You dress quickly and you pick up the curls in a ponytail. Finally draw your Dixie Chicks CDs in my player and save it in a pocket. However, a few seconds, you stand pensive, you bite your lip again and re-insert the CD into the machine. Decide to leave it there. I love spy.
Just before you leave you turn to me and your eyes met mine. He winked and smiled. You go.
I'm alone. I jump up and I am to the shelf of the room, the books. Retiro a large volume, a facsimile of "The manual typing" of Bodoni, the only gift I have of my ex-wife. I almost slipped through his fingers. Then put your hand in the now-empty hole on the shelf and only when I check my trophy still there reassure me. Him out of hiding with satisfaction, like a child who gets to fool an adult. I have it there, your support of camouflage. The touch of my fingers fabric brings to mind feelings of the previous night. I can not help missing you. In the end I decided a while back to bed. With your support and with a bag of croissants. The evil would be proud of me.
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