This is the exact place I met her. A beautiful accompaniment of Beethoven trailed behind me. I sat across the common area and she lay asleep in one of the large common chairs. Accompanying her sleep was only her serenity. As I sat, listening to the toll of his moonlight sonata, my obession began. I complimented her bag. This is the note I left her. 
My signature read Kuro and her sleep remained uninterrupted.
I walked down the stairs, her platnum hair burned into my retna. I could only hope for her to reply with soe care. I walked home alone, cold, and with an empty stomoch though i had just eaten. The emptiness was a side affect to my action.
I awoke the next morning with a bitter taste in my throught. it was already noon. My phone played a framiliar tune and it was her. The sleeping woman had replied to my note. “what is ur name?” I replied “u can call me kuro…not a real name.” She replied by saying, “nice to meet you kuro i am edame.”
“nice to meet you edame. are you listening?”
“what do you meen”
“I meen in your sleep”
“yes are you?”
“i am in your sleep…freddy crougar if you will…”
“AHH! but you seem alot nicer”
“possibly…or i taught him everything he knows”
“gnight then. Haha see you soon”
“indeed gnight”
…And we never talked again. I never saw her face and she never saw mine. People watching can be astonishing sometimes. I encourage people to send me their experiences. I will post themwith little or no editing.
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