Another long night…
Listening to the crickets, looking at the moonlight through the window, feeling the light breeze of the ceiling fan… Thinking of Nana, wishing she was a few rooms away from me… If that was the case, I’d surely be with her, not lying in bed merely dreaming of her. We’d always be the last to go to sleep, watching TV and chatting long past midnight. I miss every second of those hours. What I wouldn’t give for just a few more seconds with one of my very best friends, my precious Nana
