its 3 o'clock in the morning
the moon shines trought my white transparent Curtains
I turn my Head and look beside me,there are just my Ikea Linen
I thought I heard your respiratory and your voice still quite wisper in my ear
I thought when I would open my eyes,I see mine in yours
but I look into my bedroom and my hand grap into air
I have 1000 toughts how my hands touch your hair and your warm, soft skin