A cold morning as the festive holiday season draws near
A mixture of dusty air and smooth cold gets into my dry nostrils and “sniff, sniff” I go so cranky and shivering.
I get up to close the window and there it was; a feeling that I never experienced before,
“Was it the cold?
Was it the dust?”
Ask I myself as I pull my old looking orange chair close to the window and “crunchy crunch” , the chair screamed as I placed my pajamas buttocks on it.
I stared in a manner that was so enticing, my teeth partly biting my lips and my hand clutching my shirt.
Bold pink lips
It was our next door neighbor,
I didn’t know his name and I could never approach him for fear of stuttering cause he was my wonder man, one who my dreams takes off my pajamas for.
“Oh I wish, I wish I could get the courage to say to him my true feelings”
I stared on and imagined my cold lips on him and his soft palm on my waist, closing my eyes on the account of this thought I felt my body change, emotions ran through me like a wire packing electricity, as I was about to enter the next level of thought.
“Honey, honey” I heard from across, it was his fiancee, a ugly and non standard babe from the other street (at least that was what my jealous mind told itself to release the pain)
I drew my chair backward, closed my window and back to sleep I went.
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