ph: devina
Bare skin, butter-colored light filtering through the sheer curtains. she woke up with her hair messed up. she was looking at the sun. The night scenery of the harbor had been crushed under a harsh blow of reality. The dark stage had now been bathed in light and people were coming in, filling the theater. The strange flow of time had returned to its forward-moving, fast-paced states.
she tucked on the earphones and replayed the song from last night, her eyes surfing through the starry windows.
my super space lover, she was my super space lover.
my
super
space
lover.
