You sit in a worn, leather chair besides a small table, awaiting your sweltering bowl of clam chowder. Tapping your wrinkly fingers on the flower pattern of the couch, you wait impatiently.
You walked through a lush expanse, scattered with dogwoods Taking a deep breath and inhaling the flowery fragrance While running your hand across the rough bark of a tree
Adrenaline courses through each vein Heart pounding, blood racing Stomach churning Butterflies flutter, sending a chill up his spine The glaring rays of the sun blind his sight