A few years ago I started a writing challenge, so I'm going to share with you what I created... please note I haven't edited any of these pieces and would love to work on them further.
DAY ONE: 1
I opened my eyes stifling a yawn and stretched my arms out. My fingers brushed against your skin.
I held my breath, watching, to see if you stirred.
Nothing. Your steady strum of breath continued.
I rolled over onto my side, letting out a low stream of hot breath.
Panic hit me.
I had to get out of here. How the hell had I allowed this to happen?
This was not me. I did not do things like this.
I looked back at you. A smile flickered over your face. I felt myself melt again. You looked so happy, so at peace.
Nope. No. No!
This was not the time. I had to get out. I had to leave.
I searched around for my dress. A small stream of light coming through the curtain allowed me to locate it.
Slowly I got up from the bed. It was as if every spring wanted to stand up at attention, to alert you of my escape.
Saying a silent prayer I continued on.
Finally I stood up. Again I looked back at you and again you were still sleeping oblivious to my flight plan.
My dress was on the far corner of your room.
I was not like this, I would never just fling a dress across a room.
Especially a dress of this price point, a dress that I was planning on returning as soon as I possibly could.
My heartbeat began to climb, as I slowly descended upon it.
There was no time to look back now. I had to take my chance.
I finally made my way over to my discarded black sequenced friend and picked it up.
Ahhh how I loved this dress, how I cried when I first put it on. It hugged all the places I wanted it to and hid all the places I didn't want to be on show.
I slipped it on and zipped up the back and yes I did struggle but I managed in the end.
I did a mini fist pump for my success.
I turned around slowly and slammed straight into you.
How? Where? What? How did I not hear you?
"Good morning," you mumbled as your arms circled my waist.
Your warm breathe on my neck.
"No," I uttered back.
Your lips found there way to my neck, hitting the spot that no one but you knew about and that was it. Escape plan in the shit.
I was yours again.
My beautiful sequinned dress hit the floor again and all thought of leaving was lost in the wind.