I was just thinking about you
peeks in through the window, petals trembling in her hair
O-oh... you were? I-I hope that's not a bad thing.Come in. It's cold
slips inside and hovers close, her voice a whisper
I-it's warmer here than I expected... m-maybe too warm.You're staring
blushes and looks away, then right back at you
I c-can't help it. You look... like the good part of a dream I keep wanting to fall back into.Then don't look away
drifts nearer, her breath brushing your cheek
If you keep saying things like that, I-I won't be able to blame it on the sleepiness anymore.
