|When eyes collide |
Leona was married.
She married to a white silk belle and varnished chocolate textured hardwood. It's something she was obsessed with from the core of her black heart—her bed. She wanted to sleep like the dead and not wake up till her house caught fire or world war three broke out.
I am missing you, baby. Wait for me. She conversed with her bed through telepathy.
Her I-imagine-ridiculous-impossible-s**t-brain reminisced about the feeling of the fluffy mattress against her bare back, her pearly smooth legs flirting with the velvety silk—
Everything was going well until this moment. The moment she was about to lose herself in the maze of grey. The glass of alcohol froze in midair near her lips as the low clinks of his footsteps echoed in the bar.
The man was a piec
