C217 A Needle

And, a few low growls, sounds like they went into your ears, sounds like scenes from a dream, never to your ears.

He didn't want to hear them, nor did he want to hear them.

She was tired, really tired.

She fell asleep just like that, sleeping in the arms of a man. She just didn't want to wake up.

That night, she slept until the sky and earth darkened. She had long forgotten her goal