Sunday, December 26, 2010

December 24, 2010 - The Mist


Source: Found through Google


Liza looked up. She saw stars peering through a soft mist and circling planets patterned with swirls. She saw a flock of great birds with wings feathered in rainbow hues.

Liza heard a distant, sweet music that brushed her skin like the mist, caressing gently. She let her eyes fall closed, obscuring the spectacular view, to listen to the music better.

Then she felt his touch, brushing her bare shoulders. Liza breathed in, holding a breathful of wet mist and anticipation. His lips drifted over hers for a brief eternity and then his touch vanished.

Liza's eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright. The mist had disappeared.

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