Written by Francesca N O'Keefe
If I die, you must continue breathing for me. If you die, I must continue living for you. Life must be passed by people to the people we love. I am so glad I can write stories. And pass it to the next generation. Writers are timeless. We don't get old. We don't die. Writer is a thinker that never dies. Not only me! One night The guy in a pink pajamas invited me to his house told me so too. I seek through the old books on his shelf that he was inherited from his Grand Dad. He poured me a nice whisky. This home was comfortable with a nice white couch. A night before this sexy man in Pink Pajamas fell a sleep on a chocolate crumbs. How sweet! There was a stain on the couch. That's how I figured. "1001 things you should know about" a serious book was on his shelf in the bathroom. So many Gowns 5 of them were hanged in the bathroom. No liquid soap. Hmm interesting. He turned on his big Flat Screen Tv. Put on the channel aquarium where there was only a nice music and fish. Then he made me talk and opened my mouth. Poor him. For two hours we had discussed quantum theory instead kissing. Yes I sat on a chocolate too I guess. According to the sexy man in pink pajamas. Time travel is possible only with our thoughts. According to him there's a dimension of time and a place. Now here is my question. Is love could be consider a thought? And will I meet again the sexy man in Pink Pajamas in different dimension of time and a place?
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