Annabelle Anderson

Heavy eyes, painted red and stained green, creased by a smile. Her golden sandy locks falling over the apples of her cheeks, rosy and sweet, she sits on the floor looking up at you. No longer wet from the tears she had hid so well before now. She laughs. Just a strum of sound like a harp or a spark of sunshine through the clouds. 

Your lips stretch over your teeth, holding back a grin and she stares at you waiting for your eyes. You don't look.

The beauty brushes the hair from her face and sits up ready to move on from the bliss. You laugh.

She looks up to laugh too and finds you smothering her, kissing her cheek and chin and lips. Her laugh explodes as she wrestles you for only a moment before giving in the the loving kisses. She smiles as she kisses you soft like she's got all the time in the world.

Then the alarm rings and she stops, she laughs one more time with her eyes and you let her leave for work.

After the door closes behind her your mind swims back to the conversation just moments ago and you ask yourself what you were thinking...