There's somebody writing the story of your life right now.
It's a thick book and it's getting thicker every second and every minute. He never stops. Even when you're sleeping he's measuring every inch of drool, every thought and every rapid eye movement as it happens. Each sigh, each gasp, as you stumble, pigeon toed and wade knee deep through the subterranean world of your dreams.
Close your eyes and you may hear him.
Exert yourself. Spin around, somersault, throw out a well timed kick and you may successfully catch him in the balls. Because he's naked.
They all are.
(C) Ally Atherton 2016
100 words written for this week's 100 word challenge, hosted by Tara over at Thin Spiral Notebook
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