Regardless of all else, she's glad you think it's sexy. Because right now, she's lying on the carpet. Next to her lies an empty wine glass, stained with drops of cheap red wine that she bought for the sole purpose of getting to the point she's at now: lying on the floor and obsessing over you. Besides the empty glass is an empty bottle. It used to hold the cheap red wine. She can still smell it a little. But more than that, she can smell you. And, fuck if it's not all she can think about. She whispers nonsense to herself and wishes that she were a different color.
1 comment:
Very interesting beginning. Thanks for sharing.
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