To promote my new collection, Encounters, you can now read story #1 in full, right here!
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Soft white carpet greeted Monica's toes as she padded silently out of the bedroom. The young man on her leather sofa snored softly into the cushions, and the warm glow of morning sunlight crept in through the blinds. The city hadn't yet woken up, save for a flock of birds gliding past the floor-to-ceiling windows. She made her way over to the kitchenette, which sat neatly in the corner of the penthouse apartment's wide living-room. The hem of her long white dressing-gown whispered as she moved from carpet to cold linoleum. She stifled a yelp at the sudden chill, as she did every morning. Hurrying over to the kettle, she flicked the beloved coffee-switch and hopped onto one of the tall bar-stools at the kitchen counter. She leant an elbow on the countertop and gazed out the window, waiting for the water to boil. A smile curled her lips – still stained cherry red – as she let memories of the previous night wash over her.