~ 16 June ~ My head is a tree trunk, and a woodpecker is trying to drill a new hole in it. Wait, do woodpeckers even do that? Drill holes in trees? My head throbs, my throat is dry like the Atacama Desert, and every muscle in my body aches. This must be what a … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (13)
~ 2 May ~ The moment I step through the front door of Josie's house in Leonidas, I can basically feel the tension radiating from the walls. I don't even need to hear my sister's raised voice coming from the master bedroom. It sounds like a long, angry rant, and I can barely hear the … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (12)
Featherlight kisses dance across my skin, sweet breath ghosting in their wake. I smile and sigh his name. In my series of too vivid dreams, this one has to be by far my favourite one. "Wake up, sleepyhead." The words are softly whispered into my ear before his lips find my temple, my forehead, my … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (11)
In case you are wondering: No, the irony is not lost on me that I got a tattoo on my lower abdomen only months before a knife found its way into Rashid's, almost taking his life. My tattoo is on my right side, while his scar is on his left. While mine celebrates the lives … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (8)
The sun is slowly setting, and a breeze sweeps across my terrace, making me shiver. I turn around to grab the blanket, but then I remember I didn't bring it with me; instead, I draped it across the sleeping body in my bed. Before I can make a decision to go back inside, a large, … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (7)
~ 31 December ~ Rafa's loft used to be an office space before he bought it two years ago. He kept the employee's restroom, which is really convenient when there are a lot of people and a lot of drinking going on, like tonight. Of course, Rafa gave the whole room a makeover and his … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (6)
~ 8 January ~ I try to sneak into my apartment as quiet as a mouse so I don't alert my watchful guard cat and cause a ruckus when I return home after spending all of Sunday at Josie's. Maybe the mouse part was the mistake, or maybe I underestimated my cat's abilities, but the … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (5)
The sun still hides shyly beneath the horizon when I step onto my balcony, tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie warding off the chill. My hair is still damp from the shower when I run my fingers through it while balancing a mug of tea in my other hand. The air is cool against my skin … Continue reading September 23 – Unwritten (6)
~ 31 December ~ I stare up at the night sky. Here in the Marigny, so close to the heart of New Orleans, it is more glow than darkness, a restless wash of violet and grey that never quite turns black. Streetlamps and neon signs spill upward, drowning most of the stars. I can't see … Continue reading First Times – Madeleines & Healing (4)
An annoying buzzing sound disrupts a dream that evaporates the moment my brain achieves something resembling a cognitive state. With a low grunt, I fumble for the twitching thing on my nightstand and catch it just before it can tumble off to its certain death over the edge. "Yes?" I answer the phone, and my … Continue reading September 23 – Still (5)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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