bored in spanish-first in series
it is dramatic. moonlight, sweet dreams, and a shrill wind through her bedroom window. the storm has already passed but the cold weather lingers, preventing the spring. she doesnt miss it, the spring. she hasnt noticed it is missing. she is sleeping, warm and comfortable, curled like a cat with her face pressed against her lovers neck, and even the winter that flutters the drapes and lazily spins her ceiling fan cant chill her skin.