PeachesMalone

You're about to head upstairs
To take a shower, maybe
Perhaps to read a book
But no!
There sits the iron
Much too hot to leave sitting around
Heaven only knows how you plugged it in
There's a floor lamp in the way

She lived on the edges of a small idyllic town in the country. It was quiet and safe, whre nothing of consequence really happened.

There are some stories that don't have to be told with words
There are some stories that don't need narration
They can be shown with pictures 
Of smiles
Glances
Pretty green eyes that belong to timid foxes

First of all, you don't know who you are
How could you?
I never told you how I feel

You are so sweet
You know that, right?
You are the sweetest person I have ever met

I don't think
That a heartbeat
Should sound so like music

In a crowded room full of people
And joyful exclamations
There is one sound
That I could stand to hear
The rhythm and
The pulse and
You

After a season of Sherlock was watched, the Indian Food ravenously consumed, and 1.5 pints of ice cream slowly savored, Cleo and Death had what could, in some other galaxy, be considered a conversation.