I asked myself one day. I said, Nina, it's a new year and that means it's time for change. So I went a little further with that thought and then I said, why not start the change by working on your unfinished tales. And here I am with a new chapter.
The damage in this story is pretty extensive and I plan on repairing that. If it's possible. There's a pretty deep hole I dug…
Gabriela kept her eyes shut until she had gotten out of the dark room. She wasn't sure if it came from fear either. No. She knew what it was. For the first time she had actually felt good. Not happy good either. It was more like a warm towel had wrapped around her body and was not coming off. She felt dizzy as she walked down the hallway and if you had seen her at that point, you might of compared her walking to the steps a drunk person would make.
Finally, she gave in and fell against the wall in her state of blissful delirium. She closed her eyes again, and recalled the feeling of physical conduct. It was always seen as this good thing in movies. Perhaps too good. Perhaps something Hollywood had come up with. Kind of like putting skinny models on the runway. It looked good but in reality it made your whole body feel horrible. This time Hollywood didn't lie.
That night, when she went to bed she felt the warm tingle rush through her again. Was this some kind of after effect? Were you supposed to go home at night and not want to brush out the taste of a hundred burning kisses from your tongue? Gabriela fell back onto the covers and there beside her was her diary. Maybe now she would have something to write in there that would interest people who read it.
She smiled and decided she would write in it tomorrow. She was very tired.
"Will…" she whispered, without even thinking.