She speaks Tomorrow like another language.
Sixwordstories,some more.
Contest:'Word Prompt'
Brief was to to use the words 'Tomorrow'+'Speaks' (one after the other)together, in all of 6 words.
On a personal note: Im tired of dreaming, when falling asleep is like sinking. Not the sinking feeling that sounds so awfully,awfully poetic in a decent read. Its the slipping into darkness in spite of your nightlight on, the door letting in friendly cats and a moth-eaten stuffed toy curled up inside.
Tomorrows not really something you look for, when you've got to get through tonight first.
"Dare i disturb the Universe?" - T.S Eliot. From Here to There, perhaps into Nowhere. My words sunk inside the ink bottle of my world.
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