This choice: It fades, and Angelina is nowhere to be seen. • Go Back... author: UnderHerToes
Like white dust stirred in the sunbeams, the speckled light permeates the air. You follow its brilliant trails of glowing orbs as they swirl around Angelina's illuminated body, the particles wafting then fusing as sparks of lightning. With silent flash, the bright light streams through your eyes. Bringing your hands to your blind eyes, you rub vision clear, finding yourself no longer in the presence of the spectacular light show. Leaning back, absorbing the awe, you notice Angelina is also missing from sight.
A drop of distressed sweat starts dew on skin. "Angelina!" you call out skittishly, looking about the room ignorantly. "Angelina?" You remain motionless on the bed's edge, careful to the point where even your heartbeat feels like a dangerous thump and the air entering your lungs a final gasp. You hold your breath and listen harmlessly.
Then a quiet sound. "Down here!" her voice directs amidst a low beating of sheets, "Down here on the bed!" You look to the signal, and there, struggling, fighting her way from beneath a large fold of blankets is a miniature Angelina. No larger than your middle finger, she stands on the unsure bedding and promptly falls to her bottom with a smile. "This is incredible!" She remarks, pounding her palms onto the blanket bulging around her.
Her dark clothing is hard to distinguish against the similarly colored bedsheets, but her bare skin is a punching highlight to her figure. The shade of her make-up casts enchanting shadows on her lips and eyes, almost magnifying them clearly for you. She tugs on her long, black hair, freeing it from its ponytail orientation and letting it drape down over her shoulders. The thick strands slide across her cheek like a veil, drawing you in. Odd how you notice these distinct features she always possessed only now that it was presented in small scale.
Flattening yourself carefully across the end of the bed, you approach her for closer look. Captivated with her stature, you simply watch as she dives back into the ripples of sheets, turning her boots to you as she swims the depths. She returns with the tiny transposer, "Wouldn't want to lose this," she says, rolling onto her back. She waves the device in the air and kicks her legs into the sheets which swallow them only to have their meal withdrawn and teased again. She laughs in her play, "This is so great! You have to try this with me!" She sits up, smiles at you, and looks for an answer in your entranced eyes.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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