First Draft ( major project)
It's day seven. She had her light on the whole night, in her pajamas she wandered across an empty room. Why you haven't slept I asked, she did not answer. Framed in white gold she stood still across the street, just a reach away. I swore to my self I could smell her hair- coconut oil with a gentle hint of biscuit. Knock on a door. Two young men were in front of me, cheeks red as meatballs. - We here to fix the boiler I pointed at the bathroom and so they went. She was gone. - So basically we have to order a new part - guy number one started, it will take three to four days to come - the second one finished, As his eyes passed through my kitchen a grim smile appeared on his face. - I guess you will have to use a kettle for a little while he added. She was still gone - Okay, thank you. Tweedledee and Tweedledum.