10. The morning After The Sleepover. (100in100)
Groggy eyes and speechless mouths and tired souls.
Body sides still craving the bed. the sheets. the sleep.
The mind confused about where did last night’s energy and hopefull dreams and chemistry left.
where did the eagerness of sharing and confessing go?
It’s as if we consumed every ounce of socialising in the late night hours as if they were the last we’ll ever have.
But what now? what happens in the morning, do we just give in to the boredom and tear apart and promise to meet again ‘soon’
or do we wait a little longer, lie a litlle taller until energy graces us again.
Post-sleepover-mornings make my heart race of discomfort….