Watching the rain at night…

It was nearly morning in India, and night in New York…  I got up, brushed to get back into bed when he called again… “Do you think we’ll ever do all of it, anytime?,” Zz asked. “Eh?” “You know, about watching the rain at night from the bed, sipping on beer or coffee.. I mean, where is the time for all this… ?”

She thought back to the countless times this had occurred. If only she had dwelled on it for a while and not brushed them aside.. they wouldn’t have had to wait this long.

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