AnExtremeGamer

A jingle alerts me to her presence. More jingles, a few soft footfalls, and a halt. I know where this will lead—where it always leads. Still, I can't help but turn expectantly; the eager crane of my neck betrays any hope for self-restraint. She steps through the thin crack of the doorway, coming out of the darkness and into the dim glow of my imagination. Her brilliance lights up my small hovel, her form recreating it into something new and grand. Unrecognizable. I see the way her hips sway back and forth, an inhuman grace flaunting itself with each effortless step.  She looks at me through slitted eyes, shinning with that other-world