http://slow.writerscafe.org/moniqueguzman101 The original writings of author MoE en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007096 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wanted to belong somewhere I do.I wanted to belong somewhere with you. Not just lost under the stars or under the redwood trees. Just the years were too short for me.I wanted you always. I wanted you now. I've always wanted you with me. 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Casey said as she rolled out of her husbands reach. "I'll get you for that." Ryan tuns over and pulls the blanket over his face. She goes through the pictures on her digital camera. "I think you look rather handsome...in a sleeping beauty kind of way"  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moniqueguzman101/1320518/ Call it daydreaming Or just wishful thinking...But when I close my eyes,I see something a bit different from reality.It's a place made out of love.In my world, It's always a white winter... Ice everywhere yet isn't slippery. Snow that isn't cold, the water is a lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moniqueguzman101/1300583/ She is like the wind.I know she is there but I don't see her.I don't want to.I'm not even you girlSo my opinion does not matterI don't really know you You don't know meBut for some odd reason In the pit of my stomachThere, lies a feelingOne that hurts me from the inside out. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moniqueguzman101/1300507/           Alexa awoke with a start and sat straight up. Sweat was dripping down her face. It happened again!  She looked around at the tomb stones. 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