Midnight Balcony Thrill: Caught in the Risky Embrace
Two a.m. Thirst claws my throat again. I slip from the king bed. Madeleine and CĂ©lia tangled in sheets, breathing […]
Two a.m. Thirst claws my throat again. I slip from the king bed. Madeleine and CĂ©lia tangled in sheets, breathing […]
Night air slips under the door. Heavy with herbs, flowers. Cricket trills outside open window. Parquet cool under bare feet.
It’s three a.m. Cynthia’s eyes wide open in her bed. Exhausted from yesterday, she crashed early. Alone. No hand to
Hallway shadows. Late Christmas Eve. Everyone sleeps. Door ajar next to mine. Warm glow spills out. Reds, yellows, blues. Fireworks