I'm sitting in bedroom alone now and I missed the night we spent together yeasterday. We invited sister and brother-in-law to watch the movie named "The Pirates of Carrebea". Before entering the studio, you were forced to hand in those snacks we bought outside, I blamed you of being too cooperated with that cenima boy, and my bad mood didn't last long because of the fabulous scene and sound of the movie.

        Sister drived us home together, we went into bed very quickly, 'cause we both have classes today in the morning.  You hugged me from the behind, I laid my head on your left arm and we did some little talk.  Little things though, sweet and warm enough. There was a time that I pouted, but can't remember quite clear about the reason.  We felt asleep very soon, and didn't even have a dream.