The door busted open and in walked my deepest secret.
“What if someone was here?” I ask, stifling a yawn.
He winces. The thought of another being with me in the middle of the night turns his eyes a deeper shade of green but in a second they go back to chartreuse. He knows his boy is a tease.
The door slams closed and in walks my sweetest nightmare. I didn’t invite him in and he doesn’t mind the taste of garlic spaghetti on my lips.
Why should I wonder?
Angels never liked blood, and I’m dying to taste his.
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I came up wit this for Lori’s Drabble Challenge on Promptly Written. I couldn’t for the life of me scroll past that awesome bonsai azalea badge and I hope I’ve done well in earning it.
To keep the inspiration flowing, there’s another challenge.
“I spilled my coffee…”
and continue until you reach 100 words. Oh, and link back :).