Time is running out
I walked into my mom's living room which looks like a lady's parlor from the fifties with vintage furniture adorning the room.
"Mom you asked for me," I wearily said. I had a sleepless night. I stay up all night thinking about William. I can't just catch a break from William literally popping into my head.
My mother raise her head from the magazine she was poring over and looked at me.
As usual, her eyes were roaming from my Head to my feet, assessing my looks.
"You look awful. Have you been having fewer hours of sleep?" she asked in her mommy's caring tone.
I sighed and collapse into the couch. My head rested on a pillow lying on the couch with my feet propelled on the arm of the couch.
"Yeah, mom. I have been practicing music scores all night for days now" Technically that's not a lie. I was playing the Violin in between thinking about William's lips on mine.