It’s that time again. I can smell the excitement in the air, can feel it deep in my marrows. My arms grip the steering wheel tighter as I navigate the pothole ridden road, driving slowly but surely to my temple.
Damn. It’s been so long. So so long!
I park the vehicle in front of the cabin, step out and walk over to the passenger’s side, opening the door like the gentleman I am. The gentleman my mother taught me to be.
The raven haired girl was still asleep, her not so bountiful bossom heaving up and down gently as she breathed.