Taste: the tart wateriness of organic apple juice, the hard small apple underneath this might have been a Gravenstein
Touch: skipping, the body lifts momentarily free from gravity
Smell: sweet, floral - jasmine, lilies? my mother's silk dresses, Oscar de la Renta draped down an empty hallway
Sound: the harsh, rolling spittal and gutteral r's - the voice of an angered werewolf just this side of brogue
Sight: a wick of red hair, an Irish fairy shade, orange and black combined to a hue just this side of normal and inspires deja vu. Have we met?
Extra: colored lights reflected in a pool of night, a doorway to another world?
Touch: skipping, the body lifts momentarily free from gravity
Smell: sweet, floral - jasmine, lilies? my mother's silk dresses, Oscar de la Renta draped down an empty hallway
Sound: the harsh, rolling spittal and gutteral r's - the voice of an angered werewolf just this side of brogue
Sight: a wick of red hair, an Irish fairy shade, orange and black combined to a hue just this side of normal and inspires deja vu. Have we met?
Extra: colored lights reflected in a pool of night, a doorway to another world?