The Scarred One

"How so?" she asked.

"How so? Babe did you see how frantic and frustrated yesterday and now just because you couldn't get any ideas? I don't think you did, cause if you did, you won't be asking such questions. Do you see me getting disturbed like you are? No, Literature literally calms the mind." I replied.

"It's worthless arguing with you so I wouldn't waste my precious time on it." she said. I chuckled and told her, "I'm ther best arguer in the world."

"Arguer? Is that even a word?"

"Well it is, now that I've said it." she shook her head and laughed. The evening was spent coming up with different designs. There was one I liked among the ones Alex came up with. It was an orange skater dress which flared out a little and had capped sleeves. It had a short gold zipper from the waist up to the round neck of the dress and had a black small belt on the waist. She promised to make me the dress for the new years. We didn't bother to make dinner. When we got hungry, we ate dry cereal because we were to lazy to get up and make an actual meal to eat. We watched reruns of TV shows and soon enough, Alex was asleep, head on my shoulders. After a while, I too became sleepy and my eyes started to close and I fell asleep on her head.