In his arms…(MB #9)

That night I went to bed with butterflies in my stomach, happy to be alive. I dreamt of the man that had made all of that possible and snuggled closer into him in bed. Hunter had swooped into my life and taken over every meaningful moment I lived. He touched my soul and quietened my…

You’re a good person (MB #7)

I woke up with a knot in my stomach, a sensation that something was wrong. Perhaps all the wine I had drank the other night was taking its toll on me. It only took me a few seconds to remember why I had started drinking in the first place and my stomach churned in disgust…