My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder...

He just hopes he was able to make even the slightest impression. He sinks in his seat. His hands typing at the keyboard seem paler and bonier than usual. He wonders how long this entry will be, a few lines or a few paragraphs? He rolls his eyes reading the previous phrase, knowing full well that his eyes are twitching shut because of fatigue and that he has to get up early in order to type up an article. He gets annoyed when the same word is used twice in a phrase. He misses pale shadows cast by dried up roses in juice glasses. He also misses something else, but he has too much pride to write about it. It's a shame he's completely see-through.