He slowly walked over to me, The bedroom shades down, lightly dim with them sun trying to peek in, I stand at the window with my arms folded....
I felt a gentle touch....
A soft voice......
telling me.....
"Deep are the thoughts of those who chose to worry....
what are you worried about?
My eyes met his, and fell suddendly downward...
My respons....
I can help it....
You are my Krytonite..