The small wooden cubes slided along the wooden bowl. They produced a smooth clickety-clack noise. The sound grazed the air. You yawned as you waited for the halt. I peered into the bowl. This could last forever.
Then it was my turn to yawn and the dice's turn to get sleepy. They continue making spinning movements and spinning sounds. The sluggish pirouettes seem to take forever.
I look at you, you look at me. My head fell on your shoulders, and your hand fell on mine. And then we did not care anymore. Let's keep this a secret, shall we? Let us forget about the rolling dice.
One year ago, you promised me a cup of coffee. Along with it was warmth to last me until it was time to promise cups of coffee again. =)
