51.Art and Des(Art)re

Grant

I woke up to the first lights of the dawn, in my form, with Angeline huddled up in my arms. My eyes darted from her face, nested against my chest, to her gorgeous long legs. She was beautiful, dazzling like a piece of art bathed by the morning light filtered by the trees. I wanted to learn every inch, each single detail of her so that I could draw her as soon as I could get a piece of paper and pencil.

She stirred in her sleep, opening her eyes slowly. “Are you staring at me?” she asked w