* The Shining *

She is black, and curvy. The rebel in me was adrift with powerful emotions towards her. She would comfort me with the warmth that i always felt, when she is in my arms. She would stare back at me whenever i felt alone and restless, and i would vehemently keep staring at her, aimlessly. She would guide me to my room, amidst the darkness of the gloomy, timid nights, and the reflections of the streetlights fading away from her perfect body would remind me of her presence, everyday. She would stay with me when noone will, and point me to the right direction, whenever i needed her to.

She would be with me, when noone will. she would not gloat, just rumble away to make me aware of her presence. She would not hold me back, when i had to go, nor would she glorify the need for me to be around her all the time. She is the perfect companion. And i affectionately, yet unwillingly log off from my shiny laptop and walk away, to meet my friends. I can still hear the rumbling though, from quite afar.