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prologue

Emory Arsenio

I was moving my body to the rhythm in random unplanned moves in my clad black tights and shirtless torso on view to whoever might grace my studio at this late hour of night. The beat of the strong remix song vibrated around the walls and fake wooden floors making me feel the refreshing vibrations to the core of my heart. I felt like I was free, floating even, as I closed my eyes and just focused on the song and performed the right moves with its corresponding matching beat. This was my heaven, this was where I came to blow off steam if something bothered me; this was my escape from any problem or trouble even if it's for a short period of time.

Coming here in the middle of the night and opening my studio at this late hour had become a routine for the last two months though. I just had that nightmare - or rather dream, that kept bugging me for two months straight, I couldn't tolerate it any longer as it kept replaying in my mind like a broken record and I don't even know where did it appear from. At the beginning it was weird and sudden so I thought nothing of it and thought that it was just a phase that will pass soon but then it kept coming more than often; later on, it started developing in to something more sexual. It drove me and my other southern parts crazy and blue. I would wake up every two days with a frustrating morning wood that needed a strong cold shower or my right arm, which became my closest friend nowadays.

And tonight was no exception. So I drove my fastest sport car to my studio and got on with the one thing that collects my straying mind and calms my racking nerves.
But even as I closed my eyes and tried clearing my mind the vivid images of the dream kept replaying behind my eyes like a recorded tape.
The Images of a strong silver eyes.

hope you enjoyed it as a beginning, it's really really short I know but it was a trial.

please vote and comment your thoughts about it and whether or not should I write chapter 2 :)

love, meme.