Jolly Arena
Stories (1/0)
Moon of the amber eyes
I sat at my house late one night. It was cold on the outside with no stars to be seen, but you couldn't see any stars in the city. I am in the city of Angels, aka Los Angeles, where all your hippy dreams come true, but right now, in my apartment here, I am drinking wine. I love the dry taste like someone has mixed honey and rose in this sweet toxic pleasure. Making it beat through my body, giving kisses to my soul while creasing my skin. I was wearing a lovely gown that soon would come off when I went to sleep at night. Though, I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me that night. My windows were closed, and everything was secure. Luckily, I did feel kinda at ease with my pitbull around. She was the sweetest thing, but if something came to harm me, she would attack like they were her favorite snack. I rub the cute dog's head one more time and say, "Maria, go to bed." Maria knew that was her cue to walk off to her own chair in the house.
By Jolly Arena18 days ago in Fiction