The day started off with my lousy yawn and endless stretches from one end of the bed to the other.
I bored to my finger tips already after ten minutes of scrolling through my Instagram feed. I wanted something very fun and deep to engage my already half spent Saturday
Then I stumbled into a book I had bought last year and had read it, mainly because I forgot about it. Flip after flip of those brown fibrous pages I was drawn in to the story, the climax of event, the play out of Love so real and deep my whole twisted and turned in ecstasy. I left my bed minutes after starting the novel and it felt as though I was inside the body of the lady "Kat". I read porn scenes after another that I vowed never to watch porn. Sex was better visualized in the mind than seen.
The sound of crickets indicated it was dark already and I had to sleep. Sleep however didn't immediately happen. Instead a sequel to the story played out in my mind during my 4 hours of allowing my wander into depths it deemed fit
Kender......for the love of ART