The Sparrow and the Crow

The sparrow rushed into the room as I looked up at the sound of fluttering wings. A crow chased the sparrow all over the room and chased it right out. I stood there looking on. The sparrow came in again. It hid behind me. The crow looked at me, eye to eye. The cold hard murderous stare of a raven. The gray-black unblinking eyes. My heart turned to stone from fear and anticipation of it's evil intentions. I felt the sparrow's fluttering wings on my back. The sensation of the beating wings struck my ear drums. It's tiny claws melting into my spine. The tiny warm heart warming my soul. The beating wings fusing into my shoulder blades. The thrilling sensation...and I woke, clenched fist, arched back and a frozen heart.

sms lingo update

well today I decided to come up with a new way of calling my sweet heart - ladies and gentlemen may I present to you my 'qt' a.k.a cutie :) oh well sometimes the bulb up in the brain works.
thank you and that will be all for now!