as we layed on the floor, covered with the blanket, your breath was brushng my eyebrows and your shrilly-brown eyes were laughing so hard. and the walls were black and white at the same time. and the sunset poured into our eyes and came out through our hands. tickling and wrapping us up. just rolling down that mountain road that leads god-knows-where, but really?
it doesn't matter where it goes, cause under the blanket everything's the same and nothing's scary. it might be not so perfect and vivid, but it's easier to believe that under-the-blanket-darkness, than show out the head and dissolve in the reality, forgetting this magical and extremely neccessary under-the-blanket-world.
[maRk]