lenoredoll

The blankets were tangled around my arms and legs when I woke. Sweat rolled down my sides and the room itself seemed to perspire. I hate waking up to humid darkness. This was a few nights ago, but the days blend and get muddy in my memory. I cant quite feel the difference between an hour and three days ago.

I keep remembering her pretty face and nose ring. The metal shines in my mental image, and Id like to see her again. Id like to talk to her about mundane things over strong, bitter coffee simply because she looks me straight in the eyes over the most squeamish of issues. She stands tall and her posture makes me want to submit to her will. Her skin looks soft and supple. I think Id like to devour her.