Pretty girl. Beautiful girl. Light and pure.
Wakes up at 6:00 am everyday. Showers, grabs breakfast, gets dressed. Pretty, flowing blouse that covers her firm stomach and pretty chest. Jeans or capris, usually blue. Prefers tennis shoes or flats. Walks fifteen minutes to work , where she cuts men's hair. Arrives at 7:45. Lunch break at noon everyday until 12:30. Leaves work around 5:00 p.m. Walks home. Puts on pretty short-shorts and t-shirt, pulls long hair up into a messy bun. Takes her minimal make up off. Cooks dinner. Reads a book. Watches T.V or checks Facebook. Goes to bed at 10:30 every night.
She has a terrible habit of leaving her bedroom window open at night. I don't mind much though. I like to watch and protect her while she sleeps. My own dark and light mixed skin changes black as I slip inside. Her dark red hair falls soft and long around her face and pillow. framing her beauty with fiery strands.Her blue-green eyes are closed as she sleeps. Her slight frame, only five foot, is barely covered by a soft brown blanket. The temptation is to great and I quickly pull the blanket up and around her more.
My love. Pure, warm girl. Followed by dark and cold freak. I feel my hand through my dark hair, feeling its long, loose strands around my fingers. I think I'm due for a hair cut.
Hey wolf pups! Hope you guys like this story. It was inspired by a writing prompt I saw on Facebook by the Creepyhood of Tumbler. Please, Please PLEASE comment and tell em what you th
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