I don't own Twilight. I swear, just take my word for it.
So, ladies and gents, this is going to be a drabble story! Basically, every chapter will be really short and choppy kind of like the one you see below. Because they are so short, the updating will be on the unpredictable side, but frequent! Hopefully! Maybe! We'll see…
I got this idea in my bathroom and it's not as weird as it sounds. Warning: Definite bad language, and probable lemony thoughts in later chapters. Mini Warning: Because of the nature of this story, expect lots of UST and possible mind fuckery. Just saying…
Alright, let the Edwardism commence!
A bed, pale blue walls, a white door, a dresser, and a large window, they're not familiar.
Where am I?
I'm nowhere.
I can't move. I can't sniff or pucker my lips. I can't rip my fingers through my hair like I want to.
I'm not really here.
But then where am I?
It is light, the window is letting the sun pour in and soak the floor and furniture. It's day again.
Somewhere, a bird sings.
I don't want to be here.
I want to be home in my bed, curled up beside Tanya. Not here.
I hear a bang, a thump. There's someone else.
Hello, Oscar.
A long, soft, high voice peeps from somewhere I can't see.
The door opens.
Dark hair walks on pale legs.
Sigh, drop a bag.
She turns to look at me.
Hello, brown eyes.
Stay with me! Next update soon! Reviews are like Wonder Bras, some of us need the support!
