Six Sentence Sunday

This is from my work in progress, Dark Desires, Tessa was awakened from another erotic dream by a phone call from her mother. 

Standing, Tessa stretched. It was o-dark thirty but she didn't have to be up for another four hours. Would she have any more erotic dreams? Shades of the one, prior to her mother's phone call, danced around the edges of her memory. Like most dreams, it seemed jumbled and confusing, and she was too tired to sort it out right now.

She crawled into bed, and pulled the covers back over her shoulders, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, never noticing the tall, quiet man in the corner of her room.

1 comment:

  1. oooo...sounds very compelling. Well written.