Sunday. My favorite day of the week. Well, normally.
Today, it was storming, meaning I shouldn't go to my spot. This week was a rough one, transitioning to the new job title. People didn't look up to me or respect me, despite my efforts.
I sighed, looking outside the window once more. The rain had calmed down slightly, and it had been a few minutes since I had last heard any thunder.
I shrugged, changing my clothes so I would be more comfortable before laying down once more in my bed. I picked up my phone, deciding to scroll through my very inactive social media to kill the time.
A new post from @/goldencloset caught my attention. I immediately double tapped, knowing the photo would be amazing before it had even loaded.
After giving it another few seconds, the photo loaded, making me squint my eyes as I looked at the photo. There was a beautiful tree, small glimpses of sunshine poking through the holes between the branches. Bright green grass filled the background, and a single silhouette, of a man in a suit, stood in front of the tree, with an arm raised.
The photo was beautiful, as always, until I paid closer attention to the way the man's hair curled slightly around his ear, or how the suit was tailored to fit him perfectly, although still providing some wiggle room, just the way I like it.
The tree was the one I always loved to lay under while looking up at the stars. Sometimes I skip eating lunch to come visit my spot, just to get away from it all.
This was taken on one of those days, when I had a desire to sketch what I saw, and the serenity I felt, into the dirt with the pen I had in my suit pocket.
This photo was of me.
I scrolled so I would see the caption, my mouth hanging open wide.
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Goldencloset: normally I don't post pictures of humans, but this man was more captivatingly beautiful than the nature surrounding him.
"Holy shit," I mouthed, unable to even comprehend what was going on.
My fingers immediately typed out a message, my thumb hovering over the "send" button. I swallowed harshly, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
Come on, Kim. This dude has a fucking picture of you on the internet. Tell him off!
Apparently, my brain and my fingers had different things in mind.
