It is too bright, and much too soon in my room. My mind is clawing to recapture the dream that this unruly amount of light stole from me.
Stubbornly, I open my eyes. The clock reads 6:48 a.m. on a Sunday morning.
I pull the shades up to reveal my backyard blanketed in crystallized raindrops. It looks as if the world is one giant spelling error that some ashamed higher power decided to bury beneath white-out.
The frigid air seeping along the cracks of the window pane erect goosebumps all along my body.
Aching for the warmth beneath my blanket I crawl within it once more.
Going back to sleep is out of the question…
I’m snowed in, I think with a smirk. No lover to distract me, no responsibility that might interfere..
I roll a joint and begin…
His feverish lips and starved passion warmed her up a great deal more than the coffee he just brewed on her behalf. She peaked outside and was pleased with the worsening of the weather. Every plummeting snowflake was a millisecond longer that they could remain locked inside this hotel, high on sex and simplicity.
She sipped her coffee but found a warmth incomparable when Troy was all of a sudden between her legs…
To be continued.
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Have a good day writing
Feel free to send me any inspirational messages.
:)
That was one. How inspirational can one get.
Well, when the ‘one’ we are referencing is you, I would bet it is limitless.
I am touched by your flattery
Pardon me, I forgot to thank you.
So, thank you.
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