Monday, October 17, 2005

Homing Butterfly

They lie side by side in bed, her arm draped over his chest. their eyes are closed. Each lost in their own thoughts. It's raining outside. Sheets of rain that fall from the heavens, hitting the roof. And within the cosy confines of the bedroom, the water never reaches them, save for the sound of pounding rain on tile and concrete.

The room is dark, with only slivers of light coming through the wooden blinds from the streetlight outside. Tucked warmly underneath blankets, her head resting in the nook of his arm, she looks around the room. The pressed ceilings with rose motifs are hidden in the shadows.

"Does it feel like home yet?" he asks her in the gloom.

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