“Who would name something ‘Fluffy’?”
“I did, I named a dog Fluffy.”
Silence.
Just a little bit of a conversation I overheard between my eldest nephew and my mom. It was hilarious to the partially asleep me when I heard it.
“Who would name something ‘Fluffy’?”
“I did, I named a dog Fluffy.”
Silence.
Just a little bit of a conversation I overheard between my eldest nephew and my mom. It was hilarious to the partially asleep me when I heard it.
Gently flowing down,
Fluffy and soft and moving from slow to fast.
Tree limbs are lined,
But instead of skeletal looking,
They are blurred along the edges softly.
But underneath the gentle facade
Icy sheets await.
Death has never looked so quiet and peaceful.