late at night I lay listening to the sounds of the night, I keep thinking of all the love I want to have for Sammy my comrad.
Since meeting that beautiful day in the orchard I want to be near him. I fear always it ending but push that away to remember us playing in the tunnels just yesterday...hiding from each other, we dont seem to hide well, somehow I seem to "feel" him near and find him quickly how ever hard he tries. He just laughs and runs further into the tunnel system...knowing them well he traverses them until we exit nearest the forest, and fall into the green grass out of breath. laying in the sun, holding hands... we nap. What could be better.
I watch as the evening leaves and morning sun comes. The bell goes off and I rise to take the day.
Today I go to find him, he is stairing at the Owl, the one with the book on the main staircase at the Great Hall of Donegal Academy.
There is Sam with his head tilted questioningly looking at the owl. I see him touch the book, the one the owl holds...I have often touched that very same thing. Wondering why this book?
I love sneaking up on him and stealing a kiss...my cold lips found the mark on his cheek and Sam jumped ...it makes me laugh to see him so curious and at the same time jump from my cream soda kiss. ( I wanted to warm my lips on his own but thought better of it standing before the staircase)
He wants, no needs to know the story behind theis carving. Seeing a clue I am always ready for adventure. I follow Sam taking his hand, towards the library, dancing along the way...we will find the story behind this owl carving and the book we can not read, yet can not resist...
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