fdelano Posted August 21, 2013 Share Posted August 21, 2013 Predawn (Compilation of others of my scribbles) This early winter monsoon brings little rain; slow drizzle laced with fog captures the pale morning light. Cool, damp air causes the sleeping man to curl his knees toward his chest. He fights off reality for fleeting remnants of dreams as his body gradually straightens and conforms to the soothing attendance of a hovering, sylvan figure. She denies his obvious intentions for a few moments, then, inexplicably, submits willingly to his caresses. A dying candle reflects their merged silhouettes, but they slowly take on form and color as two small windows accept the day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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