Inspiration.

So, winter! Yes, we finally got snow and cold weather almost just as

cold as Canada on some days, which was exciting. I love it, but I hate

walking to the bus in it and soiling my moccasins while I do.

I get these random bursts of writing inspiration and I put it down, but

they never last long enough for me to finish them. I had this blissful

dream and it has been recurring-

"I lie in the middle of the bed, engulfed in Egyptian cotton and the

smell of clean linen. He'd so tediously cleaned this room last Sunday. A

shadow is casted upon me and the bed creaks as he places himself above

me on his hands and knees. His eyes are warm and enticing. He cocks his

head to the left and stares at me with an analytic expression. He pulls

my clothes and skin away with his eyes, reading every thought and

intention that passes by me. Satisfied, he slowly moves away and stands

up to walk towards the cloudy window, where the relentless rain permits

no view to the outside world. He hits the window. I, startled, watch the

drops fall like tears off the window.

He then leans on the window sill and whispers, "How are you going to

survive without me, darling?" No, I won't survive without you.

"I understand that you're in denial and believe I'm insane."

Yes, you are insane Kain. He turns around swiftly and leans again

against the window. His eyes shone like glimmering, warm amber.

"If you refuse to pull yourself out of this sulky attitude, I will be

forced to CORRECT you", he grins flirtily.

I turn myself over and bury my face in the pillows and moan droningly.

"A relentless foe indeed", he exclaims.

He slowly walks towards the bed. He then changes his mind and walks back

to the window. I sigh, glad he'd given up. Suddenly the quick tap of

feet across the wooden floor comes bolting towards the bed. I heard the

feet push themselves off the floor. I gasp, when all of his weight came

down upon me. He tightly grabbed my arms and entangled my legs with his

own. He pressed his lips against my jaw and blew hard. I could not help

myself and I began to giggle uncontrollably. He would not stop, all I

could hear was the hilarious sound coming from my skin and his mouth

pressed together. He let go hastily and laid himself on top of me,

violating my personal space as his hands tickled my sides. I squirmed

and finally gave in. "

It went further, but I no longer have the passion to write the rest.

Anyways, this journal is more of a diary, for no one reads this. Maybe

I'll dream of it again ;D. For now the snow falls relentlessly.