It seemed like her very smile was the source of light, and her skin certainly did glow along with her dotted blouse and striped skirt.In front of her was a girl with the same hair, but even from her own eyes, she could tell she was less vibrant. There wasn’t any ambience or light.Despite this, the college-aged girl stood as clear as day on seemingly nothing, the curls of her shoulder-length dark brown hair somehow managing to shimmer. New Moon, New Life PART 1 (OC TF)It began with a black void. The suds washed over me, quickly covering my closed eyes.Ī minute later, feeling clean, I finally opened my eyes, tapped the valve closed
With a satisfied grin for my MacGuyveresque ingenuity, I poured the goop, sight unseen, into my palm, and then started rubbing it into my hair. I finally got a grip with both hands and whacked the top against the shelf, hearing the snapping noise through the downpour as the lid popped open. As the relief of warm water broke me from the haze of sleep and pinned my eyes shut in its torrent, I fumbled about with the bottle, struggling to find purchase on the snap lid. My shampoo bottle seemed peculiarly slippery today. This marked the beginning of something wonderful, with a wonderful woman. I stood, soaking in this Christmas-time scene as I simmered in the hot water and my own thoughts.
My Dear Man Snow fell outside the window as the morning light played through the icicles clinging valiantly to the eaves.
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