Sanctuary
Her apartment.
Ocean view. Quiet. No kids or pets allowed in the complex.
Paradise.
Perfect.
A day off was a rare, treasured event in the life of Mizuno Ami. So, she lounged in the living room, the ocean breeze coming in through a propped open window. The breeze was accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, against the rocks. Sitting longways on the couch, Ami read a book, feet bare, form clad in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, hair back in a ponytail.
She had to relax somehow.
Ocean view. Quiet. No kids or pets allowed in the complex.
Paradise.
Perfect.
A day off was a rare, treasured event in the life of Mizuno Ami. So, she lounged in the living room, the ocean breeze coming in through a propped open window. The breeze was accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, against the rocks. Sitting longways on the couch, Ami read a book, feet bare, form clad in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, hair back in a ponytail.
She had to relax somehow.