Are Made of These
The city is beautiful at night, bathed in golds, oranges, and piercing whites that tumble and roll, like an ocean wave glinting under the setting sun. Temperance lifts her hand to the cool glass, trailing her finger though the fog she's breathed onto the window. The scent of Old Spice envelopes her a moment before strong, warm arms, and she leans into them with a contented sigh. She can't help but smile, eyes slipping closed as "Hot Blooded" is hummed into the still air while smooth lips brush her cheek.
She opens her eyes to a dark bedroom, and rolls over into cold sheets, the taste of tears bitter on her tongue.
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AN: Five senses, five sentences. Inspired by a dream I had. Yes, I am aware the title of the song is actually "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)," (by the Eurhythmics) but this is what I always thought they were saying, and it works for my purposes. Thanks to my beta broadwanime.