Déjà vu_The Sticky Fingers Affair_Mom&son's and sun_Can he see me?
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Déjà vu
Yellow light spilled into the room through the white curtains, staining the pillows and bed in a hazy glow. Mona sat on the corner of the bed, a half-filled cup of coffee in her hand and her hair in a messy bun on her head. "It's 7、 In the morning. On a Saturday," she said, speaking slowly so her words wouldn't slur together in her sleepy state. A groan emulated from the phone that was face-up on the mattress. "Mona you better get over here quick!" Mona groaned right back, slurping the coffee so fast it burnt her throat. "If you think I'm going so soon so early in the morning- you are heavi...
The Sticky Fingers Affair
Freezing drizzle soaked Brenda as she ran from her car to the bakery and fumbled with her keys in the pre-dawn blackness. Once inside she hit the switches and light bounced off the gleaming stainless steel benches and equipment. Another switch and the fan ovens whirred into life, soon drowned out by Brenda singing with Black Sabbath on the radio. Coat off, apron on, unwilling wet hair pushed up under her cap and she was ready to bake.Brenda loved this time of day when she could indulge her passion for baking uninterrupted. But this morning was different. Brenda had had a dream so vivid she fel...
Mom&son's and sun
Mr Sun Oh, Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun, Please shine down on me. Oh, mr sun, sun, mr golden sun, Hiding behind a tree. These little children are asking you, Please come out so we can play with you. Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun, Please shine down on me.Oh, Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun, Please shine down on me. Oh, mr sun, sun, mr golden sun, Hiding behind a tree. These little children are asking you, Please come out so we can play with you. Mr sun, sun, mr golden sun, Please shine down on, please shine down on, Please shine down on me.Stella saying this rhyme with her kids and enwww.onedoor.ccjoying their selves ...
Can he see me?
“You’ll never know unless you try.” She shrugged, already grabbing her stuff to leave. I huffed, going back to my computer. The first time I saw him was only a few months ago. When a summer afternoon breeze drifted the curtains open to my window, and I saw him. A brunette, with glasses and a book in hand. Resting his arms on the windowsill, and the breeze seemed to ruffle his hair. I was left dumbstruck for a moment, he seemed so perfect, completely surreal. After a while, I realized myself drifting to that window. Watching him, reading, listening to music, once I even caught him in his bathi...