Soundtrack: R.E.M. - ÜBerlin
I want you to plait flowers into my Hair while I cry. But my savior has a day off. He doesn't like working overtime, actually. Yeah, angels gladly skip the work too, and who's going to blame them for that?
When he returns, he'll say nothing but will quietly sigh and start combing my hair. Again. I don't do it at all when he's away. And he's away more and more often recently.
Well, I've got to kill the time until he returns. Movies... let's see... No, they'll show some unrealistic shit making one feel even more miserable. In such case would be nice to have a hobby, I guess. I would, if Smth could still interest me. Maybe, I should go out and have a walk? Doubt I come back home then. Should I do smth with my hair? But the comb is so damn Heavy.