My eyes fluttered open, revealing the light of a new day.
Yet another day.
But this one seemed different. This light seemed purer...brighter.
This day offered the chance for renewal.
I felt good.
Not like my usual "I'm so depressed feel sorry for me." Outward impression.
I stretched my long, pale arms and started to swing my legs out of bed when there came a soft knock at my bedroom door.
Three times the knocking came.
My heart jumped. Could last night have been true?
No…it must have been just a dream…or was it?
I could only hope. Only believe that what he had said…what he had done to me was real.
If it wasn't true, I might go insane.
Maybe I already had.
I just sat there; one of my legs on the floor, the other bent slightly out of the covers.
If it was him, what would I do?
What if last night had all just been some demented trick to prove that I was inferior to him?
But It didn't happen…. It didn't…I decided. Everything was normal…but then again, maybe I wasn't so sure.
I could still feel his soft lips upon my own; his strong hands entwining our fingers together tightly.
A sense of security wound itself around my.
The door opened.
Slowly, just a little, and I gasped in realization that I knew absolutely nothing about the person standing in front of me.
(i found this in my journal, it was written a long time ago i guess. id like to continue it, but have zero ideas lately. if anyone would like to donate their ideas to me box.. id be very very happy. xoxo)