Thoughts fail my mind, my voice clogs thick in my throat as my jaw clenches at the familiarity of it all. The wooden beams crisscrossing along the roof, the chain linking the dim lighted antique crystal chandelier as its soft glow glimmers onto dark heated flooring. Soft couches surrounding a mounted tv made for comfort and leisure. The spiral stairs remain directly opposite the front door not far from where I'm standing gives the cabin a modern promise of class. All that is familiar, but not as familiar as the curvy blonde vixen leaning against the large floor to high top glass double doors with her hands on her hips glaring at me. Maybe, if I was half the Saint my teachers thought I was I would’ve enlightened the beauty before me that glaring was just another way of flirting.
