I absolutely adore waking up to the scent of coffee every morning. I always sleep with my windows open. At night the city noise soothes me and nothing is more refreshing than the scent of fresh morning brew wafting through my windows from the Cafe across the street. I wouldn't say my life is perfect. But it is damn near close to it. My morning routine is relatively easy. I wake up at 6am, have a quick shower and toss on my work attire that I picked the night before. My unruly black hair always goes in a bun and I like to keep my makeup simple. My caramel skin and dark eyes only need a hint of red lipstick, a touch of mascara and a tiny wing to make me look like I'm fresh out of Vogue. By 7am I run out the door and pop across the street to get the usual vanilla latte and cream cheese bagel from Oliver's.
One thing you'll notice about me is that I am a creature of habit and I rarely stray. Growing up with a military dad can do that to a girl. I never knew my mom. She died giving birth to me. Dad took it pretty hard but he mustered all his strength to give me a good life. When he couldn't take care of me I was under the supervision of the sweetest old lady Mrs Marlow. She always smelled of cinnamon and had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Her voice was nothing short of angelic and I always looked forward to our times together. When I went of to college I rest assured that old Mrs Marlow would take good care of my dad and he would do the same for her.
A year after I graduated my dad past away. I still try to keep in touch with Mrs Marlow but alas age had started to take its toll on her. The last I heard she was being taken care of by her distant niece. Oh how I wished I could bring her out to the city and keep her here with me but she denied every offer I made. Insisting that I must live my life without hindrance.
The solitude of my life now doesn't damper my spirit though. I know I will meet someone special one day and I take solace in the fact that I have the world in the palm of my hands. It is mine to conquer one day. My name is Lindy Sager and this is my story. His smile deceived me, my heart betrayed me and the hero of the forest saved me.
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Fallen Wolf
FantasyHis smile deceived her. Her heart betrayed her. The hero of the forest saved her.