PadmaWolfStar

               She is sleeping.Her eyes, pass trought her eyelids, and they stare at me , how I look affected at her.Her long and heavy eyelashes, pressed her cheeks.Her lips were small, like those chinese girls had.          She seemed reconciled when she was sleeping.She seemed to be no more sad or stressed.She seemed  to be someone else.But my toughts were too loud, and she opened her eyes. Her eyes were always wide opened and black as her hair.She invited me to sleep...I put my head next to hers, and I sniff this this flower perfume.              Later I realised that her hair always had that flower perfume...maybe because of too many fl