Waiting For Sunset

The floor below was cold as expected so he put his feet in his puffy slippers and sat facing the bedside mirror as the heaviness of the dream took its toll on his heart. Why such a dream? He wondered, Anyway it is just a dream! The man in the mirror was not him. He wondered if he felt what he was feeling whether his heart pumped as his did and whether they shared the same thoughts... Go easy on yourself. My man, I know how to turn locks and use keys. Go easy .

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A passionate writer with a knack for storytelling. All important details of my life are weaved into intricate stories.