Little and insignificant changes for all, less for him.
The Host belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I attach the plot.
Little Changes
5:00 A.M. Hour of getting up. And the first thing that Ian O'Shea observes to the awakening, is a small figure delicately crossed on his chest, with her golden in a mess hair and her beautiful freckled skin rested on his shoulder.
-Wanda, time to wake up -declares he with the voice still sleepy, but extremely happily for the luck that he possesses to the awakening next to a soul as beautiful as Wanda. Literally.
The small figure riot a bit in the bed, gave up a sigh and closed the eyes more loudly. Ian laughed softly and whispered to her ear with firm voice:
-Honey, I give you even 3 before I has to resort by force…
-Ian –Wanda complained.
-1… -
-You would not do it…-
-2… -
-¡Ian O'Shea, do not even be going to happen to you…! –
-¡3! –he got up of the bed, and with a rapid and agile movement, placed delicately on Wanda's small body. Rapidly, he placed his hands in the sides of the girl's body and began to do tickling to her.
- Ian! Be enough! Please! The stomach hurts me! Ja, ja, ja …! Ian! Already coarse! Already …! - the laughs and Wanda's petitions were silenced by Ian's lips on own theirs.
After awhile of kissing itself feverishly, they separated reluctant to dress and to leave of the cave. Out, the day had begun was doing 20 minutes. Kyle was the first one in appearing to joke for they delay, but Wanda put it in his place. For Ian, this was wonderful: normally, if he was slow, when Kyle was bothering he had to work alone and to defend himself alone. Now he had someone in spite of whom sharing this.
They had a few chunks of bread for breakfast rapidly and shared a Cheetos' bag that they had found in a previous expedition. They laughed and played during this time, until the hour of separating came. Ian had to go to the fields, whereas Wanda had to be going with Trudi and other women of the cave to make soap and bread.
This time of work tortured Ian, until he could meet again Wanda. After it, the whole day was normal, as all.
But not so normal. For Ian, know Wanda was a small change that caused bigger others. At least for him. The happiness of awakening in the mornings, the effort of the work to be able to see more rapid Wanda. Small and insignificant changes for all, less for him.
Has no foundation, idea, beginning, end, color, texture, smell, flavor, form… Anything. Just a lot of ideas/conflicts disordered.
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