Desire, Revised

You groggily turn your head to each side as you stretch your limbs. Judging by the suns position out your window you’d guess it’s about 9 or 10 o-clock. As your eyes slowly adjust to the brightness you scout around your bedroom for your beautiful girlfriend.

“Ann!”, you call out in the direction of your bedroom door, wondering if Ann is still at home or if she’s left to hang out with Isabella. You wouldn’t be surprised. Your girlfriend has some trouble sitting still, and sometimes when you’d sleep in, she’d just go do something in the city and come back later.