The Red Shirt
"...Coz it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea, BUT I'D RATHER BE HERE THAN ON LAND..." It's the red shirt, definetly the red shirt, I decided. technically it's not red, some may call it maroon or crimson or even ruby but I'd call it red simply because I'm biased with the color red...*wink* I was sleepy to tell you honestly. As I sit there, like a gargoyle or a tree stump in that ever so familiar couch, as I watch the fan blades go whirring, blowing warm air, lulling me to sleep. Her sister, in the dinning room, obviously uncomfortable that a guy is in the living room. I waited for you, and your red shirt. I barely slept because House kept me up all night, I just can't get enough of his sarcasm and wit. But it was the red shirt, the 99 peso shirt she bought somewhere in Angeles that's pulling me away from slumberland, constantly reminding me of the good things ahead that day. Ooooh, the things we could do, you and I and th