brunette

'X's Property' sewn as a tag into her undies.

I met her in a dream last night. She was brunette. Colored eyes, I think? Pretty. Maybe a bit shorter, wearing a black dress, round stomach, white teeth, clear skin.

Your property. So she's why you didn't meet my eyes. Why not man up and introduce her? You can't keep us both, you know.

We were in a museum. All that white marble, all those echoes, so many sharp edges and loud voices. So cold, so classy. The ceilings went up multiple stories.

You were in a suit. I was in jeans and a t-shirt.

It’s obvious which one of us didn’t fit.

PS: this is SO fictional. Just had fun writing it.