Lying on her bed with a smirk painted across her face, she texts. I stare at her creepily, but she refuses to notice my gaze. Everything about her screams "I love my yellow sweater and I don't care who knows it." Her braid extenuates the the curves of her face while her nose ring draws attention to her hairy nostrils. She is at peace on her marshmellow bed. Her burnt marshmellow bed. Brown and comfy in all its glory. Despite her stressful research paper, she refuses to work. She sticks it to the man - her professor man. Sight out of my left eye is impaired because of her shiny nose ring. Her nose glistens so much that I am literally blinded. She enjoys walking barefoot in the rain; she feels free to roam about the streets and cry victory.
Mikaela.
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