It was sunny outside, maybe it was already noon. Your eyes were still closed when you asked me "What are we going to do?". Then you opened your eyes, and then I saw the horrifying look on your face. I asked myself "What have I got myself into?".
I asked you to go back to sleep: "This doesn't mean anything. Everything is gonna be alright". I knew you would be alright, and we would be alright.
For a moment I thought I found the answer for my own question.But it didn't mean anything neither.
I closed the door behind, trying not to wake you up.
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