Before me stood Brook, all drowned in flour. Her nose and face were all smeared. I could not contain the laughter that instantly spread through the house.
"Flour, what a mess I've made." Brook looked at me with her big brown eyes. "Maybe you can take over from here?" a small smile shone on her face.
"Give me a few minutes to get dressed. You were screaming as if someone had attacked you. You almost gave me a heart attack." I grinned broadly as I turned on my heel and headed back towards the stairs.
"That's right. Flour attacked me." Brook laughed as she brushed the flour off her clothes.
I could still envision the flour covered Brook, causing me to smile as I got my clothes from the bathroom, then went back to the bedroom. The soft material of the clothes felt soft against my skin, f
