I was waiting.
All day.
Yearning,
Caressing so weakly, the wrong ones.
I felt the fishing ones,
I felt the fishy ones,
I felt the deep ones,
But I could not feel you.
I was waiting all day.
14. 14 is the number of hours, 7 days a week, all Summer long, a long Summer it is, and a Summer full of Longing.
That is just the average time.
Sometimes longer. Sometimes shorter.

But now it is Sunset, and the time is finally here.
The Night, the Wonder of the Mystic.
A Time for all to be still, slumbering, asleep.
Dreaming their sweet dreams,
While my Dream has finally began to be come into fruition,
My Body, it feels a tugging,
A pull,
As I see...