jeudi 25 avril 2019

The Contemplation of Twenty

by

It’s in moments like these, stolen moments, singular slivers of time when she doesn’t know I’m looking. I can’t help myself, though, from looking. I know it’s inappropriate, that she’d be furious or weirded out, but here I am, in her bedroom door, watching her in the soft glow of the galaxy spiraling on the ceiling over her bed. Rose Tyler at peace. Rose Tyler oblivious. Rose Tyler asleep.

Words: 1516, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Aucun commentaire:

Enregistrer un commentaire