𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒂

1976

—Get up, idiot... Giving him a light push on the shoulder, you urged Charly, who was lying on the bed without flinching. It was a calm Tuesday, the autumn light invading the room after opening the blinds

—Don't fuck off so early... The musician replied, some annoyance in his tone as he buried his face in the soft pillow, clinging to his comfortable position.

Enjoy;)