little mouse.
my warmth wraps around me, fragile but steady against the cold the hurricane brings.
it may not seem like much, but what more could a woman like me ask for, alone in the quiet?
are you cold in these days too?
do you feel the chill that reaches the bones and wish, even briefly, to be near someone...
it may not seem like much, but what more could a woman like me ask for, alone in the quiet?
are you cold in these days too?
do you feel the chill that reaches the bones and wish, even briefly, to be near someone...