She leaned back on her recliner as she stretched her sun-kissed legs. Her torn and faded denim shorts revealed her bare skin. The glass of iced coffee had crystal vapors that slowly trickled, falling down her supple flesh. The heat of the sun and the cold beads of water collided, they ignited a certain sensation that made her feel alive. It was a lovely day, after all. She closed her eyes and traveled to the only place where he existed, in her locked up fantasia. Phantasm was such a lovely thing that she has acquainted herself with. He was her paradise on earth. He was the minute fantasy that could light up her entire world, her entire universe.
He will always be the only one.