Jason Monologue

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Prologue - Wishful thinker - Someone’s POV “Ugh,” I grunted upon opening my eyes, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow I’ll probably never see this place again. Yawning, I rose from the comfort of my bed. The sun’s bright rays are clouded by the thickness of the every present coastal fog. Gazing from my bedroom window, you could hear birds in the distance. Perks of living near the edge of the neighbourhood - animals all over the place. To be honest, I’m not a fan of nature, or very outdoorsy. But hey, who wouldn't want a cheap house with tons of space. Getting dressed, I searched the room for my one missing sock, before bumping into an easel. Lifting my head up to examine it, the canvas was mostly blank. But the tree I’ve drew looked beautiful …show more content…

Outside the window, the mist had already dissipated, mostly. It seems that the sea breeze had begun to blow. The sunlight shone in. As I rested my head on my elbows, I finally received a lovely view of Jason. His features were sharp with a defined snout, extremely beautiful deep blue eyes and nice yellow fur. His shoulders were wide, chest broad and biceps toned. Jason's scent was pleasant too, the distinctive smell of musky campfires with resin and a hint of peppermint alongside aftershave. Overall, he was tall (probably 182 cm) lean and muscular, more-or-less necessary for a forward in soccer. If only he loves me too. This is such a silly thought, he certainly deserves someone much better. My gaze shifts to my own reflection in the glass window. I mean, look at me. The messy fur with the colour of hydrated copper sulfate; contrasted against the bright, disorienting neon yellow eyes. Average in height (172 cm) but rather skinny. Nothing impressive, maybe cute, in a scruffy way. But, the main question is - am I his type. “What do you boys want to eat? It's on the house.” Joyce’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Seafood burrito.” Jason said without

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