Meditteranian Mornings

The dark depth of fog settled around me, and  EMOTION loomed heavily. Through the thicket of  PLURAL NOUN,  MALE PERSON stared ominously at me, silently weighing options. He could choose not to  VERB me- us- or he could make every dream I’d had for almost  NUMBER months come true. “You tell lies,” he said  ADVERB. “Your  PLURAL NOUN are not what you have declared.” I suppressed a sigh, biting my  BODY PART to stop the response that  PAST TENSE VERB up. The darkness grew until I couldn’t  ONE OF THE 5 SENSES anyone else but  MALE PERSON. The pang of  EMOTION echoed around me as I stared into his harsh  BODY PART. “I will not  VERB you.” I choked back a  BODILY NOISE as he regarded me with anger-filled  PLURAL BODY PART. “Unless you tell me the truth.”