Ugh. I am so, so tired. Double ugh. I am going to die if I don't get any sleep. Too tired for detailed notes. I did this at night. I am really tired. Please review. The end.
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Our prejudice first impressions were an accurate enough assumption – you, the allusive host, and I, the impassive bookworm. But then again, first impressions always jump to veiling the little tentative nook that recites your true intentions.
And then there's the age old question- where do we stand? I dare say we're acquaintances. Friends? By your standards, family. Or just mislead strangers in similar obligation…
I can never quite tell with you. Your mouth and your eyes betray separate ambitions.
Underneath that pretense finish you must be driven by more than personal benefit. A fine line is drawn through concept of desire and duty. And yet, with the surreal capability of your imagination, I am obliged to remain dragged alongside your antics.
Perhaps tomorrow we will wake, recalling the vigor to await another sunset to answer all inquirings. Perhaps another day will reveal the secluded, and be the key to solving those eyes…