Little bluebird

Ashley

I glanced outside the window, it was already morning. The sun had risen. The soft light seeped through the curtains. I sighed, getting up from the bed. The dream remains, except for locking it away there is nothing to do.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up, if Bloody Mary was not real they should have seen me they would have the horror. The ruined mascara and eye makeup with dry tears over my cheeks. The red lipstick was half smeared on my lips and half on my cheeks as if I were some kind of clown. The hair was more like a whacked broom. Jesus! I am getting scared of myself.

I wash myself, clean my makeup and everything, and after a quick shower. I was finally back to my human form. I put on my clothes before going out of the room.

As I opened the door, my gaze met the icy pale blue eyes that made my gut wrench by their beauty. How can a man be devastatingly gorgeous like this? I just want to meet the one who created this man.

He was already dressed in his black suit, ha