(There's no title yet as I have yet finished this piece...This was a dream I experienced that had an adult persona of myself. This is how I was able to describe the main girl of this story.)
Although sudden but I had a dream not long ago about a woman named Rose. She’s different from I had written about. It’s not off any manga/anime I had read or watched. Even then televisions or books that were either fiction or nonfiction involving romance were not part of it. This was definitely something out of the blue. She was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-nine going thirty. As blue as it was I met Rose when I was on a cruise trip at the Pacific. I had no girlfriend or even went out with a woman I pretended that I had my girl waiting at the point of destination.
Rose was twenty-eight years old, brunette haired, and hazel-eyed. I am not giving her sizes thank you very much. She had plump arms, slender legs, and her knee caps have some small bruises when she crouches. She has tattoos and that were only visible to me were a barcode on her nape. There were Japanese characters that literally translated “Not for sale. This is not anyone’s merchandise!” There was a tattoo of thorns that twirled on her left arm and on her right were flowers. She told me that when her arms crises-crossed both flowers and thorns looked real if seen closer.
She was a rebel as she had left her home when she was sixteen. She lived off from her friends every year. She dodged police and her parents when one of her friends were about to rat her out she immediately took some of their money and rushed off to the nearest subway to relocate.
Although sudden but I had a dream not long ago about a woman named Rose. She’s different from I had written about. It’s not off any manga/anime I had read or watched. Even then televisions or books that were either fiction or nonfiction involving romance were not part of it. This was definitely something out of the blue. She was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-nine going thirty. As blue as it was I met Rose when I was on a cruise trip at the Pacific. I had no girlfriend or even went out with a woman I pretended that I had my girl waiting at the point of destination.
Rose was twenty-eight years old, brunette haired, and hazel-eyed. I am not giving her sizes thank you very much. She had plump arms, slender legs, and her knee caps have some small bruises when she crouches. She has tattoos and that were only visible to me were a barcode on her nape. There were Japanese characters that literally translated “Not for sale. This is not anyone’s merchandise!” There was a tattoo of thorns that twirled on her left arm and on her right were flowers. She told me that when her arms crises-crossed both flowers and thorns looked real if seen closer.
She was a rebel as she had left her home when she was sixteen. She lived off from her friends every year. She dodged police and her parents when one of her friends were about to rat her out she immediately took some of their money and rushed off to the nearest subway to relocate.
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