September 2008
6 posts
He smells so strongly of garlic it might be toxic.
cold as ice
It’s a familiar scene. A small kitchen, faded sunlight coming in through the window. The sound of violins and pianos and cellos and trumpets…symphonies and concertos floating through the air. Something is boiling on the stove. Or bread is rising in the oven. Or the scream of a hand mixer drowns out the music coming from the radio as cream cheese and vanilla and butter and salt and...
A week off.
I’m taking a week off from driving the vampire home. I’ll take him back on Saturday, but not during the week. I have too much to get done for myself to spend the night with him. I think it will be good for both of us.
Too bad it’s raining today. I would have liked to take the dogs for a walk…
This whole thing is going to center around the time I spend with the vampire, so...
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