merakhni
My eyes slowly opened that morning, not wanting to loose the sweet surrender of sleep. I rolled out of bed, staring out the plate-glass that covered the hotel room wall. A spectacular view of Italy lay below my feet, almost as if it were a painting in a museum. If I walked close enough, I could see my reflection in the window, the sun glaring off the rooftops and showing myself what I truly looked like. Petite in stature, my light brown locks almost looked a deep shade of blonde in the light. My blue eyes flickered about the view below before becoming fixated on the reflection that I saw as myself. I sighed, leaning my head against the glass with a light thud. If I was so cute, as I had heard my whole life, why could I never keep him close to me...?