After a long day of pre-coronation classes and fancy tea parties, I was worn out. I have my servant Pierre draw my bath while I stand in front of my giant armoire trying to decide on the nightgown I shall wear for tonight's date. I decide on the light pink summer gown I wore on our first meeting. I wonder if he'll remember?
Just as I am sliding the thick tank top strap off the hanger I hear Pierre's voice staying my bath is ready. I travel the short distance to my bathroom and find the Jacuzzi tub filled to the top with bubbles, just the way I like it. Pierre leaves and I begin to disrobe.
My French silk bathrobe falls to the floor, revealing my naked innocent body. Not for long I think to myself.
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After my bath, I slide on the pink nightgown I previously picked out. I walk to my bedroom to find the bed sheets pulled back and a fresh glass of water on my night stand. I open the single drawer and find my purple eye mask that blocks out the harsh rays of the morning sun. I lay down, adjust the pillows, pull down the mask, and pull up the covers.
Soon, I'm drifting off to sleep..
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The Man of My Dreams
Random~I'm in the mood to write, but that'll only last a couple minutes. This is a random story I pulled off the top of my head~ The only perfect man is the one you make up in your head. When Quinn dreams about her one true love, it's hard to wake her up...
