| decadence |
06-11-2004 09:00 PM |
Can't believe I'm doing this but...
- Though the toilet roll lay nearby, it did not alter his mood at all. It all seemed hopeless.
- Was there nothing he could do? It was too late for the pink roll... if only it'd been there sooner. Now the remnants were all dried on. :(
- He looked out of the window, it all seemed so hopeless? Not to mention discomforting.
- His heart was heavy.
- The sky echoed his mood and his problem, heavy dark and clinging persistently.
- Suddenly, the rainclouds lifted - he could see clearly now the rain was gone! A smile lit up his features as the solution came to him in a flash: Baby Wipes!
All was well. |
