Solana
It seemed just like any other morning, with a yawn, I rised from my bed, tracing a hand against the cold glass, streaming of dew from the edges, and with a finger I made a heart before overlooking the peaceful street. Sliding the windows open; the scent of fresh air tickled my nose, unconsciously I took a deep breath and refreshed my spirit. Shaking off the premonition from last night, spelling Cameron's befall. As I was still on the fence, is the dream true?
Meditating for a while, a thought slipped into my tranquil mind. Maybe, it has already happened? Is that the reason why he looked... like that? I shook my head, like the press of a button, I switched my thoughts to my little man, my lips curved into a smile.
Instead of heading to the bathroom with just a night robe like usual, I slipped on a t-shirt and looked around for my skirts, I couldn't find them. Maybe, I put all of them for laundry. Searching through my drawers, I was left with two options, pants or shorts?
