I laid my head on my best friend's lap. She was caressing my hair while humming a song. I felt myself getting sleepy, my eyelids becoming heavy. A sigh escaped my lips as I was drifting to sleep. I heard a giggle coming from my friend, but I didn't care. She was probably doing something on my face. Drawing, writing, or simply scribbling on my cheeks... I was used to tha

                 Perfect. That was the ideal word to describe her. Her brown hair fell freely on her shoulders, giving me a feeling of lightness. Her glasses were resting on her nose. She was wearing button-up shirt and skinny jeans, with high heels on her feet. Rings were decorating her fingers and bracelets adorned her wrists. One of her hands was resting on the blackboard, while the other one was writing something on the blackboard. She was solving an equation, but all my attent

I was fidgeting with my fingers as I glanced at the clock on the wall. I gulped, closing my eyes for a moment. Should I tell her or should I wait?