Nose to the sky, we fly through the crisp December air splitting the clouds into millions of pieces. This setting is familiar. My legs sit on the plastic leather seat. Iced coffee to my right. The sky is painted with city lights that glimmer along the black horizon. A man made Milky Way. Where are … Continue reading Rainbow unicorn toast.
I am a storyteller. “What’s up with a pretty girl like you being single?” he asked in a drunken slur. “Umm, idk! You know men these days!” I replied four vodka sodas deep, “just not ready for a boyfriend I suppose.” After a brief make out sesh at the bar before I realized I wasn’t … Continue reading I am a storyteller.