Saturday, August 12, 2006

Broken Glasses

It's almost midnight and I made a loud noise in your kitchen. You woke up and looked concerned, asking how were your cats. I told you they were fine. You didn't quite bother about me and went back to bed.

I felt disappointed.

Could this be a test for us to live together? I'm not asking for a bed of roses, but at least a hug will greatly console my feelings.

I guess sometimes nobody is going to be there to clean up the shit that you've made.