Welcome to PAD's first drabble.
Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight entitlements.
I just want the privilege of posting one hundred words at a time.
2.
My week's endless.
604,780 seconds have to pass before I get to those that count.
In sun he sports glowing embers in his hair.
Today's rain will shield his auburn mane, but I'll still catch that glimpse of his face.
Just once, I wish he'd meet my craving gaze.
We'd be good together says the woman who hasn't had any for years.
Rumbling awakens my reverie.
I scurry, drawing the curtains with impeccable timing.
A laser line connects our eyes; his are green.
He smiles at me.
He's gone.
It's twenty-one seconds today; maybe next week it will be twenty-two.
A/N:
Are there any more guesses yet?
Who's our girl?
Who's our guy?
Review me your guesses.
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