Chapter 1
Rose pov
The tiles are icy under my bare feet, and my cup of hot milk with cinnamon and honey are scorching my hand... my nipples pebble under the thin cotton and goosebumps expolode over my body
Well, that is censory overload for you.
There is something so utterly soul calming comforting getting cold, the breeze against your skin, the smell of fresh air, i peak out at the snow on the mountain tops then looking down, I'm dressed in an oversized t-shirt that is ending mid thigh.. well im alone so who the fuck cares.
Only me, a blanket and the smell of a new book the tv is on some cartoons (muted) obviously, there is only two rules in my house never ever use the main light and don't be fucking noisy, I absolutely despise noise. Hence why my phone is ALWAYS on vibrate and never sound.
War and Death my two cane corso babies (they will always be my babies they are huge... even at a year old) come storming into the living room one to my left and one to my right. Im good to die here right now... bliss.
I can feel my anxiety is at an all-time high. There is a woman coming tomorrow morning to come do sizing and some bullshit for the porch benches. I enjoy watching the sunset, but i want to be comfortable, maybe read a bit or watch the storms as it creeps over the mountain top with the pitch black cloud curtains.
With the ticking of the clock against the wall and the nighttime noises outside, my eyes start to flutter shut.
