

Sleeping AngelShe came in, and the room lit up. As if she was home, she sat herself in the sofa which is cornering the one I always sit in. I went to the kitchen, to boil water for tea. As if she was home, she took of her shoes, and rested on the arm of the sofa. The cats, who seemed even more attracted to her, ran towards her and purred. As if she was at home. There she sat, the woman who inspires the writer in me. I asked how her night had been, and why she came in after midnight. Ah, went to inner with colleagues, but it was to early to go home yet. She had seen there was light in my room still. She had driven past, before sending me a message. For a seSleeping Angel
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