Entre
November 17, 2010
The light of dawn floated quietly into her room. She lay there, draped in dream. “Something for you,” he whispered. “Thank you,” she smiled, admiring its brilliance. Then, bewildered, she awoke.
© Anaïs Saint-Jude, 2017.
C'est la vie.
The light of dawn floated quietly into her room. She lay there, draped in dream. “Something for you,” he whispered. “Thank you,” she smiled, admiring its brilliance. Then, bewildered, she awoke.
© Anaïs Saint-Jude, 2017.