Amara
My reflection is hidden in the foggy mirror—inside the fancy bathroom. Open faucet. I splash water onto my face—the cold liquid touch has awakened me to the core.
My palms kissed the clouded glass; finally, I saw my face.
I took deep breaths as I prepared myself for another day.
After finishing my morning routine, I found myself stretching in the living room. I let out silent muffled groans as my body still feels sore. Then, a smile was painted on my face as I remembered what Gonzalo and I did last night.
I went upstairs to gaze at the sweet and wild wolf-man still deeply asleep. I sat next to him, brushed his soft lively hair with my fingers, then kissed his forehead without him knowing.
Downstairs, I returned.
I thought of making breakfast for Gonzalo and I went straight t
