Viking Girl Scribbles

the smell of leather and cigarettes a memory of a drive through the rain his black hair fell into his eyes an almost smile playing on his lips (a thin white dress revealed almost more than my imagination could ever do) my fingers wanted to touch his lips my heart was too cowardly we drove through the rain with my hands on my knees (to this day I remember that lily of the valley fragrance from your long blond hair) an awkward goodbye raindrops like diamonds the kiss was like a promise between the two of us (your lips slightly parted still haunt me in my dreams)

Night-time in a big hotel is just as boring as it sounds. I’m crazy jet lagged and nothing’s helping. Mom has popped one of those pills her doctor boyfriend has prescribed her, but they make me all weird the next day so I politely declined when she offered. So here I am at 3 AM in Finch Towers, one of the fanciest hotels in New York City, bored out of my mind. I know there’s a pool up on the roof, but apparently someone’s booked the top two floors and that locks the elevators. You need a special key card to access the pool now. I’m out in the corridor outside my room in my swimsuit and flip flops, a towel tossed over my shoulder and the complementary fluffy white bathrobe wrapped around me. I want to swim! I don’t care if the Emperor of the World booked the top floors, if I don't do my laps I’ll never be able to sleep. Walking back towards my room I spot the door leading to the stairwell, we’re just two floors below the pool. I stop and consider my options. I can go back t...