Today... was a lazy afternoon spent in solitude.
A sleep deprived me lied on my bed staring out of the window.
I tried my hardest to stay awake, as the picturesque rustling leaves attempted to convince me otherwise.
I nearly dozed off several times, only to jerk myself awake.
I was in a mental writing mood... words flowed through my mind but I had no desire to put them on paper.
It was a weird feeling indeed.
I should be thankful for such a day, but instead I hate fate.
Such an afternoon was never meant to be spent alone.
It's too peaceful, too beautiful, too lovely to not share with someone...