Today is gray. It is rainy, windy, and completely perfect. Yellow leaves sprawl across the earth and remind me of Chinese cinema. I imagine myself swirling up into the sky within a cyclone of the elements as I prepare to defend my honor. With a handcrafted sword passed down from the generations of fighters I call my descendants bound to my grip, and an ornate gown drenched in vivid red silks draping my pale white skin, I gracefully attack and conquer.
Today is gray. It is rainy, windy, and completely perfect. It’s the kind of day that demands to be spent between the warmth of a blanket and just the right love. I imagine listening to wind call beyond my window while I am safely held by the arms of the only one I will allow to hold me. Rhythmic sounds induce a hypnotic trance as I shed my body and intertwine with the soul of another. My pupils dilate and my breath quickens as I gracefully attack and conquer.
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