Mismatched_Dreams
Dr-Murdock-Kawfi-013
Mismatched_Dreams
Dr-Murdock-Kawfi-013
Mismatched_Dreams
Dr-Murdock-Kawfi-013
He stirred awake, sitting up and groaning.
Alea looked down at him. "Are you ok?" She asked as she steadied herself.
"Just fine." He said, pulling out a paper and brush.
Alea got ready to walk away. Glancing at the sky.
He didn't seem to notice her, writing at top speed.
Alea walked over to some plants and kneeled to pick them up. As she got down on her knees the sun caught a neckless she was wearing and reflected the light into his eyes. Blinding him for a few seconds.
He stopped and glanced over at her.