I have to give thanks to my dearest of friends Adam, whom without I would have never had the courage and insight to go on with my writing.

With much love, thank you. 

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Click, click, click. The noise her stiletto high heels made as she walked down the hall. I’ve seen this woman before. She haunts me in my dreams. Around every corner, behind every door. She defines beauty. Her soft auburn curls bouncing with every step. I want to call out to her. I want to see her face. I want to look into her evergreen eyes. I start to follow her without noticing keeping a steady pace. She walks into a pitch black alley I pause then pursue after her. I yell for her. I need to know her name. Suddenly I am up against a cold brick walk. Warm soft lips are pressing against mine. Something is whispered in my ear but I’m too caught in the moment to care. My heart is racing, pounding so loud its sounds as if in my head. My hands are tangled in her hair, it’s softer than what I could have imagined.