Hard To Explain
Chapter 6 - All Obsessed With Fame
After many dizzying loops and turns, we arrived at her loft. It was so prim and proper, yet had a rock-and-roll edge. The walls were stark white, complemented by a bed equally as blindingly white; it reminded me of a hotel bed. As I let myself fall into the bed, I expected a recoiling bounce, instead I sunk into the mattress; goose feathers. “Mmmm, this is a fancy bed; my nana had one just like it.” I looked around admiring her posters, portraits, and collection of vinyl’s, books, and movies. Sitting up, Sarie stood at the foot of the bed suggestively. Suddenly, I didn´t feel at my hundred percent.
