Tawny of the elven eyes and the heart-rending glare-gaze.
This time, she was the star in a full length reel of how we had to work together on a project and in the process, mending our friendship.
It was that familiar relief, the assurance of our inevitability, the sweet, sweet nostalgia of our dalliances. Oh God. Tawny.
Talk about deep-seated desires. I am so fucking obvious.
I was woken up by Saffron's goodbye kiss on my lips. 6.30 AM. She was going to work.
Tawny burning in my mind, Saffron lingering on my lips.
The last thing on my mind before I drifted off was the call centre girl with golden hair from Astro City. She receives calls from all over the world and decides whether their pleas are worthy of superhero intervention.
Yes, a comic book.
So when exactly did Tawny slip into my subconscious?
Possibly because the colour of the call centre girl's hair reminded me vaguely of the colour of her eyes.
I'm not even safe from colours now.
