Draft Two

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AN: as many of you know I have been working on a second draft of This is Euphoria. I don't want you guys to think I've forgotten about this story so here's a short preview of the first chapter of the second draft. 

Roaming the dimly lit city streets, the quiet patter of my feet accompanies. Cheeks rosy and hair tousled, the brisk air is exhilarating. With each breath drawn, cold air stores icily in my lungs. It smells subtly of fresh morning dew and car exhaust, an oddly dreamy combination.

Arriving at the coffeeshop I visit most often, I sit on the ground, my back against the sturdy building. I stretch my legs out, crossing them at the ankle. Around the afternoon, the lingering aromas consist of pastries and smoke. At that time is when I leave my apartment windows open.

This location is rather scenic; it's good for a restless mind.

The clouds above are dark orange, gradually growing lighter as the sun edges higher in the sky. For a while, I stare blankly ahead, tapping my fingers because nothing occupies my mind. The sun rests perfectly on me, making my skin warm.

The sun now at its full potential, I push myself off the ground. In a matter of minutes, these streets with be bustling with pedestrians. The shops are beginning to open, along with the two-story building that's a convenience store. I pull the door open. Behind the counter, Reggie. I smile politely at him, slip into the back, and use the circular staircase to my studio. Generally, I'll use the side door, but I don't have my key on me. I rarely ever plan, and it's no wonder I always have the worst luck.

When I pull open the front door, which is unlocked, I almost have a heart attack. 

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