Sleepy Time Shorts

Rose Bitten

The roses

They were so red. So bright. So pretty.

The fresh breeze that fills my insides with joy and happiness.

The wind gently whisper in my ear, asking me what was I was waiting for.

The cold air hugged around my body so tightly, never wanting to let go.

The stars, staring down at me with a slight smile.

The moon guiding me in every direction.

The gentle touch of the grass underneath my bare feet.

The rose bit my finger as I try to reach for its beauty.

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