Wrapped gently in a relaxing atmosphere, in the company of my closet friends. Giggles danced around the old cottage in which we stayed in. We tried to keep to a whisper but we couldn’t; our laughter was simply too powerful.
And we chatted for hours. Three o’clock and we were still in the living room, our voices continuing to flow around the room. After moving from one bedroom to another, all four of us decided to clamber into a double bed upstairs and giggled at how tense yet how exciting it was. Five o’clock past and there was no sign of sleep in sight.
But eventually, we drifted off, feeling content.