"and there she sat, the sea salt in her hair and the scent of the bay in her lungs. her dark hair a mess, a finger twirled through its sailors knots. her head a nest of thorny thoughts and dark waves for the gulls that flew above. the water at her feet and the world at her fingertips. she reminisced of the days where the sun was hot and her body was weak. paint on her canvas cream body and a brush in her thin fingers. a bear in the corner whose simple words she doted on. the sheets were cold but his legs were colder and his breathe was smooth but his face was rough. his hands along her hips, an eight digit password. her fingers dancing a secret ballet across his shoulders, one, two, three, one, two, three. the world laid at her fingertips, but she only needed that small sliver called love."
