i watched my mum wake up and looked on as she went tiptoeing into the karaoke room and quietly turned down the lights and crept across the room to switch off the tv. why the subterfuge? my dad was sleeping in the room.
(: for all their squabbles they do love each other. i guess... if i ever do find something like that...
love stories. everyone's got their own. maybe not all as magical, not all as lovely, not all as simple and endearing; but nevertheless--
well.