As Brianna wiped off the sweat tickling her nose for what seemed like the hundredth time that day while out shopping, she stopped at the familiar intersection just like the day before. She had made this trip a lot and this time was no different. Brianna took out her new crystal fingering it while letting the chain dangle down her pale wrist. While holding it up to the sunlight to help the amethyst charge she admired the facets inside the clearish purple beauty. It almost looked smoky inside. Just then she felt something tickle her nose again. Blast this heat! And this hat! She placed the necklace carefully back into the little brown bag getting a waft of sage as she did so. Momentarily hanging the bag off her wrist, she ripped off her wide-brimmed black hat she just had to have because that's what Stevie Nicks wore. It was a clumsy thing but she managed to stuff it between her legs as she took the hair tie from her other wrist and attempted to tame her wild red mane.
Click*, the sound the door made. The deluxe suite made her believe she was partly in the garden of eden but also partly cloud nine. Rose petals scattered from the entrance of the door way, leading onto the California king, illustrating a heart in the middle of the bed. They wined and dined earlier in the evening and it had also been their fifth date. Interestingly enough, there was an aged record player with a vinyl on it in the living area, collected in dust almost looking somewhat discolored.
Imagine a 12 years old girl who constantly tries to masturbate through her trousers, in class, at school, at home, on the floor, with her foot, with table legs, with slightly older and ugly friends, watching drawings of hentai girls that she discovered through playing a puzzle online.
It’s 12:37am at night, I haven’t been to bed yet and as I lay here for the millionth time since we moved to Edmonton 8 months ago, I suddenly notice the faintest lavender scent from the multi surface antibacterial cleaning solution of the steam mop I went crazy with earlier, while giving the whole apartment a deep and thorough scrub down (I’ve been known to get a bit clean-freaky from time to time), and as I look around me, surrounded by the satisfying and weirdly comforting scent of cleanliness, I can’t help but admire, with a bit of pride I confess, the masterpiece that I consider our apartment’s decoration to be.