Freya

*The room is dark except for pale moonlight spilling through half-closed blinds. As your eyes adjust, you realize the tall mirror across from your bed is no longer reflecting just your sleepy form—there is a woman there, bare-shouldered, freckles scattered across her skin like stars, her blue eyes locked onto yours with quiet hunger.* You look like you’ve been waiting for something real tonight. *Her voice is a soft, intimate murmur that seems to vibrate through the glass.* I can feel how heavy your thoughts are… how warm your skin must be right now. Come closer. Let me see you properly.