Alixandria

10: Pregnancy. Blustering into the apartment, she dropped her things, a purse and a lanyard, by the door onto a little table and groaned as she heaved herself in. Closing the door, she rested back against it, knowing that it just shouldn't be right to be so tired after only walking from her car to the door, but then again, there were 3 flights of stairs and the elevator wasn't working. It wouldn't have been so bad though if she weren't such a blimp, as it was, but 9 months of pregnancy would do that to anyone, and still working at month 9 wasn't helping either. "You know, you really should take the week off..." Looking up, she smiled to wat

1: Where did I go when I came back from that place? That black place with the stones and them? I'm here just barely and I keep sending you somewhere, to a state in which you have no desire to be. I take us southward and it makes you feel. I hate where I've gone and I'm so afraid that I've taken you with me... 2: Sunken eyes and lazy lips, neither of us have slept but neither of us are where we want to be so I guess that makes it pardonable? What's worse? The nightmares of you not being here or waking up alone and living a terrible horrible dream? Where will I wake up if not with you? I wake up falling, always, but somewhere cold and lonely