Dark hair,

     wet with water.

Drip..

   Drip....

         Drop.....
Tumbling down upon my pillow,
      soaking the surface.
Smelling fresh from the
    shampoo,
     my hair flows down in cascading waves.
A chill flows through me,
       as if death was passing by,
  I snuggle underneath the pink
     bedcover,  
        my knees to my chest.
My pillow by now is drenched with water 
    from my laziness,
        as if falling into a salty pool.

Dedicated to riyasjk19
She made the cover for this book and does an amazing job so go give her some support:)