Felix woke up trembling as the sun melted against his face. He half believed the affairs of last night were a dream. He revelled in the daylight, snugly massaging his thin beard.
"Everything's back to normal," he spoke to himself. "It was all just a dream." He whistled and danced around his room, grabbing his canvas, paints, and brush. But the air bit into his skin, arresting his body with her icy, blue fingers.
"Remember, we've got a date tonight," she hissed. He spun around frightened, clutching his possessions tight under his arm.
"Dear God, it's you," he muttered.
"Of course it's me," she shouted impatiently. "Did you hit your head? Lose your memory?" She was more translucent in the daylight, like glass beads reflecting the iridescent light around it.
"I've got a lot of things to do," he answered bluntly.
"Tonight then," she spoke sternly. "And don't be late. I know where you live!"
Felix waited at midnight for January, pacing along the floors to keep himself awake. He was falling into the soft arms of sleep when he heard a tap against his window. She was cloaked in a black coat dipped in stardust.
6 comments:
Watch out for guys like that, "I've got a lot of things to do." Stay away!
I do believe he is missing a good thing, will it be too late?
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Hey WG,
My favorite line "She was cloaked in a black coat dipped in stardust." This is just beautiful how do you come up with this? Wow Love the way you do what you do!!:)
This is so neat Katina..I'm impressed-nice job!!
I could see this as a movie! Love the imagery. Really enjoying these pieces. Keep going!
Mega-impressed! U should write a full story sometime...I bet it'd be wayyyyyy better than Twilight! ;)
splendid imagery! absolutely beyond creative! i love it :)
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