Please stay

Richard

Paul was so peaceful when he slept. I watched him sleep. I was glad he was OK. He had no idea how close that time he came to being dead. I hated to think about it. The seizure he went into when he hit his head. Took forever to stop.

I got up. I went to my office. I sat down and wrote a song. I heard a knock at the door. I went and answered it. It was Till, Flake, Schneider, and Oliver. I let them in.

"So, how are things?" Said Till.

"Better. I would have to say." I said.

Paul heard the talking and joined us. "what's up." said Paul.

"Not much. Was going to ask you the same." said Oliver.

"I am not up to much." said Paul.

Paul was better and so was I. They all knew that. So, we got asked to go on tour and excepted. I would have to say I was nervous.
I was hoping no more bad luck. I had no idea that something would be different this time. A adventure waited.