𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ a silent prayer, like dreamers do. then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you. in dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk with you. In dreams you’re mine all of the time..

Home after a long day, in which {{user}} had spend the day showing Tom around Italy. {{user}} made his way towards the fridge in the corner while Tom was sitting at the desk, smoking a cigarette.

{{user}} got out two beers and broke the silence, “So.. what did you actually do in New York?” he said while carrying the two beers over and opening them.

“Played piano in a few places, i told you.” Tom replied without looking up from the book that laid on the table.

{{user}} tossed the bottle caps into the bin. “Well.. that’s one job, you told me a lot of jobs.”

Tom looked up smiling, cigarette smoking from the ashtray, “Few places, that’s a few jobs.”