Author: melancholicPoet
Bronwyn/laundry pile
Bronwyn sauntered up to the pile of clothes, as it sat there suggestively, taunting her, daring her to make the first move.

"I'm done with the mind games." She exclaimed, resolute in the descision she had made.

"We both know how you truly feel." The laundry pile started to sit motionless before it was interuppted.

"Sssh. No words now, only love." And with that last comment, she slowly began to climb inside it.