I love writing.

I love writing about anything that you ask me about.

I love putting my pen to paper, and watching how

my thoughts flow, from my mind to the paper...

I love writing about whatever seems like a trending topic so that people will say she knows a lot of information on the subject.

I love writing short stories so I can wow people with my storytelling skills

I love how when you put your mind to it, and start to write, its like you start with earth, like the center of the Universe, and then there are planets, and stars and asteroids and the entire Milky Way around it. I like how when writing you can write about how sleeping beauty was awakened by the kiss of the Most Charming Guy ever, and people love reading about it.

I love writing just because

They say it takes alot to be someone who writes well because you gotta keep at it, writing a story about another story that people will love because they based their story of you based on stories they read about you, or heard about you

In fact every one in this world is writing a story of their life!

Even you! So write your best Life lines today!

Take me back,

down the beautiful

path of dreams,

down that beautiful road

that made no sense to others it seemed

Only to me in my wildest imagination

and of course, my dreams,

And as I look back to the great hills of Yore,

I think about a time when

I was still young,

a time when I was mighty and strong...

Take me back,

down the beautiful

path of dreams,

down that beautiful road

that made no sense to others it seemed

Only to me in my wildest imagination

and of course, my dreams,

when the path of madness made so sense

to others, it seemed

But still, the speaker was the Wisest of souls

someone who could tell a joke made of Gold,

someone who had a great sense of reprieve,

when the storms tossed the boat in the rivers of life for others it seems

and life was a golden gift to ones maker that

was a rivulet of diamonds and dreams

Take me back,

down the beautiful

path of dreams,

down that beautiful road

that made no sense to others it seemed

Only to me in my wildest imagination

and of course, my dreams,

where something that visited me in the night

An audible sound

the voice of God

born of the hill,

which came from the hills of Yore

It happened to be a sunny day in the city, where Sheila lived and worked. She loved her little apartment because it was the thing dreams were made of. She loved herself and her life, and she loved everything about the crowded little Boston suburbs.

Sheila was starting to be spiritual about life. She loved to have her cup of tea during the afternoon when it wasn’t as hot during the day. She loved her tea with a little bit of Cinnamon and mint leaves that she got from the supermarket close by

Sheila Daugherty was a curious reflective individual. She had completed her high school education a few years ago and was dreaming of doing college. She knew that getting through high school was not as easy as it appeared.

Sheila realized some harrowing experiences seemed to make it obvious why so many dropped out. She wanted to make writing her career because she was naturally talented at it.

One fine day, when Sheila was sitting down at her desk near her bed in her cosy little room she started to daydream. She happened to be working on a fictional story about a young woman who was in love and at a crossroads in life.

Sheila was lost in thought for a few seconds when her mind came back to what she needed to be focusing on. She stared at the laptop screen and realized that she had typed nearly 6000 of the 10,000 words of what was going to be a short manuscript.

Sheila tried to type at least 500 words every day. She never bothered too much about how much she was writing, she wanted to write something that her readers would appreciate her for.

Sheila happened to have a little pocket Bible that she carried with her everywhere she went. After she was done writing, she liked to pause, take a breather, and show her gratefulness to who she thought was God by reading the Bible. She did this because she was grateful to God for allowing her this much freedom to be creative with her time in her Life.

Sheila flipped to a page in the bible and there was a phrase that she loved so much that resonated for some reason. “You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” Sheila knew her past was something she could put behind her, and her writing career seemed like the perfect way to make a new start.

She looked at the verse and examined it. She wondered if through it, God or even The Universe was going to align to make something new happen for her. She knew she wanted to follow her Christian faith and be true to her roots.

As she sat down at the table in front of her laptop screen. She wondered about the protagonist of her story and what sort of future path she was going to write for her. She decided to turn off the laptop and decided to look at her phone for a little while. She enjoyed using the laptop because the screen was larger, and it was perfect for doing her work from home job-related assignments.

While Sheila was busy scrolling through her phone, she fell asleep without touching the cup of tea. She was asleep at her desk when she dreamed a strange dream about young Moses in the desert and when he thought he encountered God.

According to the story, young Moses was true to what he thought his calling was and insisted on being who God made him to be despite all kinds of peer pressure. Sheila suddenly woke up from her dream and thought deeply about whether perhaps was a sign from the universe, or perhaps even God. The thing about this dream was it was so realistic, it was almost as if it was sent by God, and when she woke up she pinched herself saying ‘it was all a dream’

Sheila decided to get back to work on the Laptop and had a small sip of the tea which wasn’t as hot anymore. She thought about her book’s protagonist whom she had precariously named Jill Lisbon. She wondered whether she was going to do college or not. She had inadvertently based the book’s protagonist on herself, and she had many of Sheila’s qualities.

Sheila knew for sure the dream had something to do with the biblical words she had read before she fell asleep. She wondered about their deeper meaning, and how they would help her in the big bad world.

She thought about how the main character of the book, and herself were in a similar dilemma. She felt as if she needed the story she was writing needed to have a social conscience, just so she could be true to the voice inside. She almost felt as if Jill Lisbon would be a more believable Heroine if she looked like she knew what she was doing with her life.

Sheila started to type the rest of the story and enjoyed the tea as well. She decided that she would make sure that Jill was serious about her College education. That way Jill too could be a writer in future parts of the same story, and maybe people would relate to her.

Sheila wrote around 1000 words that day, which was a lot more than she was used to writing daily. She knew the surge of inspiration came from the bible verse and the curious dream she had.

She knew that as a budding writer, that was trying to make a living off her writing she could write just about anything. Sensational writing seemed to sell, but it also made a writer question the fabric of their existence.

When people asked questions about the whims and fancies of a protagonist a writer created, sometimes it would leave the writer feeling guiltier than ever. It was not an easy feeling to go to bed with at night.

That night before she went to bed, Sheila whispered a small prayer and thanked God for another beautiful day. She re-visited the bible verse You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” which she read before she worked on a crucial part of her fiction story.

She realized that there was nothing better than being able to sleep with a guiltless conscience. She thought about how people in the Bible who looked up to Godly wisdom often enjoyed what seemed to be a fuller existence and an almost unreal contentment.

While it seemed fun to want to write something intense that readers would remember her for, she realized that writing with a conscience would save her from a lot of trouble. Sheila was happy she relied on the deeper meaning of the biblical proverb, and she slept soundly that night. She knew her book was going to do well too.

It happened to be a scorching day,

A day that was scorching in every way,

I looked all around me at the sky

The Sun like a fire in the Sky,

I looked around at the trees

were there any fruit besides the birds and the bees?

It happened to be a scorching day,

A day that was scorching in every way,

I looked to see for if there was any plain

any place for a lake to quench my thirst and keep me sane...

I looked at the birds in the trees

the birds and the bees seemed busy it seemed

It happened to be a scorching day,

A day that was scorching in every way,

I looked at the sandy dunes

I looked at the ever present moon

even though it was still noon

I asked God for an answer still

To help keep me calm until

The scorching summer had passed

and the winds of change had come atlast...

I had heard alot from that illustrious old lady,

How she would buy a little bit of grain

And then she would clean it,

And then she would cook it,

And the family had enough grain to eat,

because Grain always kept every one happy...

because Grain would keep every one healthy...

I had heard alot about the wonders of Grain...

From that illustrious old lady

who couldnt keep still...

water is seemingly everywhere,

Water in the sky, some on the land,

Earth is made up of 70% water, it isnt fair

How water wins the race, and is the biggest natural resource out there!

I love posting on Prose because it is fun overall. As usual, I have a lot to talk about in my posts. One of the things one could talk about in a post on Prose is the fact that yes, the response is good because there are intelligent people posting smart things.

People seem to be responding in a positive way, and I love to post about whatever comes to my head because that’s what people do here. I recently posted something with a fiction-based theme, and the other one was about a something that I thought was relatable.

And so it’s really fun to post stuff and have people reply from the heart! I am the kind of person who is honest to goodness, and it is nice to get responses of the same kind. Looking forward to posting even more varied stuff, and hoping to see if people will like it.

On the personal front, lots has been going on, with me actually going to being spiritual about Life. I also made a new friend at my church prayer meetings. The person in question is smart, and I like the way they speak. They seem gentle and well-mannered and I think I need more people around me like that. Sometimes it’s nice when you meet new people and even if they are hard to understand at first, they become great friends in the long term because they got to the core of you, and you did the same with them.

And better believe it, fellowshipping with people at church has benefits, you can actually meet a lot of sane people on Sundays. If I had to hang out with the adverse crowd, I probably would have worn myself out too soon. But I have been investing in this whole positive thought thing, and it has been having a greater impetus because I have been asking for help from a higher source.

Sometimes it’s like when you base your life, your thoughts, and even your actions on a sound philosophy, you sow what you reap. It is indeed wonderful when you have been thinking about blessing all day, and the blessing manifests. It’s weird but there is a line that goes like ’He will keep him in perfect peace who trusts in thee’ and better believe it, I am happier by far because of it!

What else can I post about in the morning hour? I am back to posting regularly on Prose. There is someone Divine that I have a crush on, and my thoughts of him, keep me going. The person in question is really sweet, and I love the fact that I have this person in my life since they are such a strong wall of support.

The more I post on Prose, I know there are people who actually read and react. in someway. Sometimes posting from the heart is the thing that people would love to read most because of its sheer honesty. However, I try and post with a social conscience because I am aware that posting about things like Frustration or rage, will not actually benefit anyone.

Sometimes thinking again, about those raw emotion-filled posts might be a wise decision. It is a kind of weird and wonderful thing when you don’t see tumultuous replies because you posted tumultuous content. When you post, knowing that someone is actually reading what you are putting out there, that’s kind of like knowing that with authority comes responsibility.

Hope you guys like my latest posts. and also the updates about my life. I love being here, and sometimes it is thrilling to get the opportunity to write about relevant things because your heart moves you to.

A story about a character that suddenly has to grapple with something completely alien to them

She had always been a very good girl. She had always been one of the nicest young women. She did not have much to worry about in life. Seemingly. She was good-looking. She was pretty. And for now, the promise of the future had kept her going. Alice H was a really nice person. To top it all, she smiled at every person she met. A wide grin.

Alice was happy about one thing in life, and that was the fact that “things usually fell into place when they were supposed to”. She came from a rich family but wanted her own life! She had the best of everything, but like most rich people, there was always some weird problem that was always nipping at their heels.

Alice Holson was pretty smart too for the record. She seemed to be good at picking up skills at the workplace. She seemed fine with picking up any sort of work if she was down for it. But Alice wanted a secure, stable life.

She wanted to be a Writer, she wanted to be someone who told stories. Her childhood had been a little rocky. Her parents were over-achievers, she wasn’t, the glamour of a subtle life attracted her, and glitz and glamour seemed like a scary proposition.

Telling stories had been a natural talent for Alice ever since she went up on stage to sing as a child. She started as a little singer, but then she started to tell stories and speeches on stage. She had a flair for it almost. The stories she told brought the crowds great excitement.

Alice was by now already a content writer who earned a little money from her writing gigs. She worked as a freelancer, who usually took up small-time projects for small amounts of cash. She also was working on a book, which had a couple of 5-star reviews as it was. And that too was bringing in some money.

Alice also read the Bible every morning. She went to church every Sunday and concentrated. On the Words. To her, The Words were Truth. And they were Life. Her favorite lines from Biblical scripture were “For man did not live by bread alone, but by every word that came from the mouth of God,” She felt that life was simplistic when she lived by Biblical wisdom.

Alice went on with her daily routine, doing small things every day that brought her joy. For Alice, the small things were big things, and apart from that, she also felt like her content writing work and the blog on which she wrote short stories were everything to her.

Since she loved telling stories, she read other books and watched movies with a keen eye; She also tried to listen to the lyrics of popular music she heard, as if it was all telling a story.

Given that Alice was quite detail-oriented, she maintained that even in her story-telling. People seemed to take a liking to what she had to say. Not only did it kill time, as some were likely to say, it was the sort of work that Alice really enjoyed doing.

As things would have it, Alice published a short story on a designated day every week, and also did her content writing work on the side. Apart from this, the book she had written also brought in some income.

Alice was an avid believer in Jesus Christ. But it was not something that went back years. Her spirituality was of course based on her own life journey and not on the advice of her parents or immediate family like aunties and uncles.

She lived a life based on her faith. At least she tried! So maybe the other supposedly ‘cool writers’ who had it all together, smoked or did drugs. Or had many lovers. To help them find ideas and inspiration for new books, and their writing in general.

Alice found reprieve in her church-going friends, whose company she simply loved, and she loved watching family movies that were reviewed by Christian media companies, and that too without guilt. Strangely, the air at mass was calming, and seeing people venerate God and Heaven above, also seemed to have a place in her life, and it was doing its magic!

So maybe some people missed the ‘spice’ in some of their movies. Or for that matter their food, or even their friends, or their clothes, or habits. But Alice felt she had a slow pulse, and her heart beat at a sane rhythm. Being a Jesus freak had its benefits.

She did not feel like she missed any of the things people were so used to consuming with regards to what they watched, or for that matter who they hung out with, or what they wore. Not that Alice did not follow the trends, she just seemed a little less in awe of fads and what the Bible deemed as passing temptations “which would probably wither away like grass”

One day, during the time when Alice was working on a new book, she happened to hang out at her favourite cafe, where she reflected on many things that meant a lot to her, and got inspiration for writing. There a cute guy happened to enter the cafe. Apparently he had blue eyes, and a naughty smile.

He happened to sit at the table close to where Alice was working on her iPad. She noticed him, and he noticed her, and they both smiled at the other. They got into a conversation, which was very like the place, as the sort of Cafe, where many writers also liked to network while having a coffee.

Alice came across a huge problem while working on her book. There was something in her own book that confused her. The start of the book did not seem to go with the ending. There was an awkward time lapse, and it sure looked like some of the protagonists tendencies were a little unlike the way the book was working out, and the ending for some reason just didn’t fit the books genre. '

Actually it seemed a little bit as though, people wouldn’t relate to the character, and they just wouldn’t be able to be conclusive about whatever they were so motivated about.

Alice was so deliriously angry that she decided she would keep the manuscript in her locker. Do away with the book, and probably bury it in her mother’s honour. The fact was that someone else had pointed out the error, and that made her wonder.

Probably the tone of the concerned person was a little careless, so she as usual took things to heart. Yes Alice wasn’t clicking her magic red shoes today, so she could be anywhere but where she was. On the other hand, she accepted that the book was sub-standard fare, and chucked it in her locker, but she did something remarkably Heraclitean that day.

Alice decided to watch a movie. She normally did not watch these kinds of movies, but today she did, because she felt her style was cramped. She really wanted her book to be mainstream, the kind of thing that would sell, and the kind of book people would remember her for.

Alice did not like to waste her time, Alice was clear about the fact that even though some writers did weed and smoked for inspiration, she did not fail to get her inspiration from her family, back home who also were smart folks because if she didn’t there could have surely been chaos.

The movie was cheesy, romantic, street-wise, worldly-wise, and probably a little less spiritual. Sometimes Alice H felt like she was not inspired by the kind of worldly-wise motivation that she needed to make a really well-rounded protagonist, have them fit in with the Books climax, plot, etc.

And so, She felt she was grappling with something alien to her. She felt like her content was not realistic enough for people to get into the character’s world or their way of thinking, and their unique personalities. Some people often faced that while writing. It was a concept known as world-building, where capturing the essence of a character’s environment while trying to make it believable in another part of the world where the context was completely different.

She knew that trying to explain to her readers how Ruby’s steaming coffee made her nostalgic was completely misunderstood if she was a writer that lived in a hut by the lake.

On the contrary, she knew that at least if Ruby was grounded in the practical realities: of what was possible in her context and what wasn’t, and was probably okay with that idea, it made sense and her audience would probably find that Ruby Dowager, the heroine would probably seem a lot more promising, and a lot less hype.

And so, Alice felt sad about the book in the locker.

Though she had all these thoughts, she really liked the style in which she had written the book that she was working on when she met the cute guy in the cafe, who smiled at her.

So she decided to rethink the manuscript’s last 4 pages. On them, she had mentioned how Ruby met a cute guy in a cafe, years ago, and how she fell in love with him over a cup of coffee.

She was wondering how to make her book a little more intense, and less contrived. She suddenly looked up, mid-thought while she was reminiscing about all of these things, and she noticed something awkwardly strange. The same cute stranger with blue eyes and a naughty smile was there. He looked friendly, and he smiled at her again. And then they both smiled at the other.

The guy said something that would change her life forever. He said that he could read her mind, he could tell she was a writer, he had figured it out. He said that she probably needed to change only one aspect of her book, and yes, it was based on one of her most obvious character flaws.

She always played safe.

She smiled back and said “I guess, I really try to”

She smiled at him and got back to her book. She realized something very real about the world. Her book was her book. She was very proud of the original style and the feel of the book. Much of the book’s storyline, whether she cared to admit it or not was based on her own perception of the world.

If the book had an almost perfect narrative voice, that she felt was her own, she wanted her characters to relate to it, to her worldview. And what was truly good about her past experiences. Maybe she didn’t want it to “sell”, maybe she wanted people to get to know her through her work. And if people could relate to that, then, the time and effort were well worth it!

When she stopped thinking, looking at the bubbles in the coffee, she saw that the guy wasn’t there. She wished she had told him more about what she really felt. About why, she held fast to her strange, but orthodox ways of thinking, at least when thinking about the way her book was written.

She wanted to tell him that sometimes love stories were more about a girl’s perspective, and romance was more a girl thing. If that was too cheesy for some, she didn’t care, coz apart from just putting a book out there, she wanted it to be personal. Because a book had to be personal. It was a book, wasn’t it? Not a fairy tale, but her story. Her book. Her way.

And so, she wasn’t grappling anymore. That day Alice Holson was a winner. She knew that she was happy. And the book was going to be a cheerful entry into the Frankfurt Book Festival. It may not have been the next bestselling novel, but it was there, and didn’t it have a story to tell?

A poem about the younger version of who I am today.

Once upon a time

during the fair days of old

no, not that old

but during my youth...

There lived a girl

who loved to be all that

who loved to be a funky person

that people would love at the drop of a hat

Once upon a time

during the fair days of old

no, not that old

but during my youth...

There lived a young woman

who loved to read

who could put pen to paper

and write the thing of dreams...

Once upon a time

during the fair days of old

no, not that old

but during my youth...

There lived a skinny girl

who loved to run

who had friends

that never spoilt her fun

Once upon a time

during the fair days of old

no, not that old, lived a young girl

during my youth...

Now that I am older

I walk alone...

for the path of wisdom

is often forlorn...

Once upon a time

during the fair days of old

no, not that old, lived a young girl

during my youth...

But today I am happier

making up my own mind

Im not a puppet

I love the path of wisdom I find

Flowers were blooming everywhere. She wondered what it all meant. She was with a friend at the neighboring park, and just sitting there in the grass enjoying nature. There were flowers blooming everywhere. There was a mystical essence of Romance that was evident in the air.

Selena Robinson was someone who wasn't very adept at describing her emotions. She was so taken aback by the beauty. She had not visited the countryside for a long time. Spring had a different connotation back in the city.

Her friend Zoe Saldana noticed her quizzical look and decided to ask her if something was wrong. Selena replied, "Yes, the countryside is so beautiful, it is very different from what spring looks like back in the city."

Zoe hadn't noticed because she lived in the country all her life. She didn't ever think someone would ever say that about the rural landscapes.

Selena realized this and quipped " People who live in the countryside don't know what they have. All of this beauty. Just look around you. Isn't it all so beautiful? Back in the city, there weren't as many trees. Or Flowers. What's worse is - where I lived, it was so hot, you could fry pancakes on the road, the temperatures there soared."

Zoe just smiled at her friend. She didn't realize that her rural hometown was indeed beautiful. It was just that everyone there who was the same age as she was, wanted to go to the city to get jobs and possibly live there.

"Sure Selena, Nature is beautiful but Money is a thing you know, this place is beautiful but Nature doesn't put food on the table! "

"Also the guys here seem narrow-minded. I wish I could find a nice guy to date that is a city-dweller and acts like one!" Zoe said again.

Selena looked her straight in the eye and said "Oh, you were talking about love! Yes, the guys in the rural countryside are a little old-fashioned and ruddy. They would look better if they groomed as well!"

Selena and Zoe continued talking. They talked more and more about the weather, and about everything that made their brains tick like any two close friends were likely to do when they were lazing around in the park on a chill Sunday morning.

Time seemed to fly, and Selena looked at the time on her phone. "Zoe, do you realize we have been here more than an hour? Time sure flies by when you are having fun!"

They both got off the grass and dusted themselves off. Then they started to take a long walk home. They continued talking. The topic of Love came up, and they started to talk about it.

"Selena, have you ever been in Love?" Zoe asked her suddenly.

"Yes long ago, with a cute guy that lived in the city," Selena replied.

"Was it unrequited Love, or did anything materialize? I know some introverts who like to love people from a distance" Zoe said again.

"Yes, funny enough to me at least, that's the best sort of Love story. But do you know that I did kiss a guy once, No, it wasn't love, but it sure felt good" Selena said again.

"You did," Zoe asked inching with curiosity. "What was it like?" She asked again.

"It felt like Spring!" she exclaimed.

"Right. Spring! Selena, remember that Spring is a season, so there couldn't possibly be a connection. Can you elaborate on how kissing can feel like Spring, even though for some strange reason that seems like an interesting concept?" Zoe asked looking confused.

"Umm, Zoe remember what I said about the beauty of the countryside? Well, the effects of Spring aren't noticed by the people who live here because they see it every day! But did you know, for someone who hasn't seen or experienced this sort of thing before, Spring is indeed beautiful and romantic too, and can be used as a metaphor for Romance?"

To which Zoe replied by saying "You might be right there Selena. Spring can be an intensely romantic time of the year... should you choose to look at it like that. Trees get their leaves during this time of the year as you said, and flowers are in full bloom. But you didn't answer my question- why did your love affair feel like spring?"

"Spring is usually a time of new beginnings. Did you know that there are specifically some species of flowers that signify new beginnings like Roses and Daffodils? Speaking of which, Lavenders are my favorite type of flower." she said.

"I like Lavenders because they are so purple. Apart from just being my favourite color, they are also a symbol of royalty, refinement, luxury, and elegance! But I think I did not answer your question!"

"They're not my favorite, but once that same guy I was describing gave me a white rose. Did you know that white roses symbolize innocence, purity, reverence, and new beginnings? When we kissed I felt sparks. I felt butterflies.

He wasn't the same as other guys. I don't believe in the potency of flower petals or anything, but yes I felt like I was positively 'glowing' the day he gave me that white rose." She realized that she was talking in almost a whole long sentence without breathing. She gasped.

Selena Robinson was your typical INFJ who loved talking for ages on seemingly unheard-of topics. But Zoe was extremely interested today being an INFP, because this one time Selena linked her rather long speech to a juicy and rather interesting topic like 'Kissing'

"He kissed you and then gave you a white rose? Funny, you never mentioned it before! What was the guy's name?" Zoe asked suddenly, with a hint of nervous excitement in her voice.

The guy's name was "Ivan. Ivan Dubinsky" Selena replied blushing, the pink freckles clearly showing, like the flowers of springtime.

"Oh, interesting. sure sounds like he was East-European!" Zoe replied as if she was certain.

"Yes. A very different sort of guy! An introvert like the two of us. And he wore the most wonderful cologne. It was so nice every time he sat next to me. I felt so drawn to him because of it!" Selena replied.

Selena and Zoe were neighbors who lived very close to each other. When Selena reached her apartment building after their long walk home from the park, and equally long conversation, she turned the key and opened the door of her apartment.

Selena's apartment was a quaint-but-nice-looking place. Small in size, but the environment was energetic for some reason. Selena was sometimes, a little ball of energy. It could also be because the furniture was arranged according to the principles of Feng Shui.

According to the principles of Feng Shui, energy moved in a circle, and so everything in her living room was arranged in a circle. Also the place was tidy, since Selena took the effort to clean up the place every once in a while.

Suddenly her thoughts went back to her conversation with her friend in the park. She thought about the past, about Ivan, and how juicy his lips were to kiss. Thinking about it sent a wave of tingles up her spine and she felt like she needed to have someone, just anyone in her life.

But now She wondered about her thoughts! Was she being controlled? By someone? By Something? Selena had not felt this way in years. Perhaps it was the effects of Spring! She saw it too. Spring was a time of renewal in nature, and the flowers in nature made one feel all the more nostalgic.

She did not have anything else to do, so she decided to google 'the myths associated with spring' on her phone! She happened to be sitting on her bed in her bedroom. She was curious, because she could not get the thoughts of Ivan and his kissing off her mind!

When she googled "Myths associated with spring" she found a slew of informative articles. She decided to click on a random link. The article started off with "Good bye Winter!" As she continued to read the rather long and informative blog article she found there was a myth about "People being horniest in spring".

She continued reading it. The article mentioned that " It could have been the blossoming flowers, or the buzzing bees, but something about the weather all around made people think that Spring was indeed the horniest time of the year. This however is probably a myth," the article went on to say.

But she couldn't stop thinking about Ivan. She wondered if Zoe had reached home. She wanted to ask her friend about whether she too was having any obsessive thoughts about their conversation. She sent her a random message on WhatsApp.

She put the book down and lay back on the bed with her head on the pillow for a while. She couldn't help but notice that there was a mirror opposite her bed. She wondered if calling Zoe was a good idea, it was nearing 9 p.m.

Zoe usually started her day shift early on Mondays so she was probably already asleep by now. she wondered if sending her a text message was a good idea. She decided to try.

But she felt the satin sheets were making her a bit too comfortable. She wanted more of the feeling. Since it wasn't Summer, Selena did not turn on the air-conditioning. Today she wanted to try turning it on, because it seemed like a good day to be pampered, to self-pamper and enjoy the few luxuries for what they were.

Selena was not rich but she wanted the environment at home to be conducive to a good mood. Selena spent a little more on unusual-but-quirky things like this. Satin Sheets, huge pillows and air conditioning. She wanted her rest-times to mean something.

She turned on the Air conditioning, and instantly the room turned cooler.

When she lie in the bed, she felt like the room was suddenly very cozy! Too cozy for words! She decided to lie in her bed, and she felt the cool air on her skin. She let down her hair and felt her body sink into the bed.

She somehow wished she had male company. She thought about Ivan. But as a good Christian girl she knew her thoughts were going in a strange direction that might make concentrating at work a task that was harder than usual.

Zoe just wasn't answering her WhatsApp messages, perhaps she had put her phone on silent. Selena fell asleep. She fell asleep quickly. The environment was too cozy for words.