Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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Twins? Napping. Time to get some lunch. I left Joey and Mal sleeping in the basement and went upstairs to the kitchen where I found a can of soup for them and hummus for me.

Ew. Moldy hummus; not happening. Crap! Nothing in the fridge was worth eating. I ordered Pho from my favorite Vietnamese restaurant with summer rolls on the side and opened my pad.

New notification on Purple Road. Ha ha! SassySwords reviewed my poem "A Fella Called Shoe."

Perfection

I woke up this morning thinking, "Everyone needs a poo poem in their lives," and I wasn't surprised that it was Ayela Scarsdale who delivered.

Yes, it's everything I needed it to be.

This writer knows how to meet her audience exactly where they are.

She captured my mindset, heart, and soul in this poem, and if it doesn't win the contest prize, I'll retire.

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Ayela: thx for the review. It's AMAZING. You're the best! I think you're funnier than I am! 🤣

SassySword: you got it. keep going, Ayela. You're a rock star.

Ayela: thx 💖. Couldn't do it without all the Special Streaks inspiring me

SassySword: endless comedy inspiration 😂

Ayela: 😆

A notification popped up that my lunch delivery'd arrived, so I went to the porch to retrieve it, then enjoyed my soup scrolling through the new comments on Purple Road.

Wow. I wasn't expecting so much activity on my poetry. I'd posted "Unwritten Dreams" a couple of hours before, but already had 7904 Views, 3 Comments— and holy shit—67 new Followers on my poetry collection!

Comments:

aludrin_078: needed this today

GirlWarrior367: keep writing

BlisteringSouls: this poem sounds like a warning, you better watch your back

Okaaaaaaay, creepy comment alert! I replied to each person who'd taken the time to post on my poem and finished my lunch, glad I'd seen no sign of the twins' mom, Janelynn. After I made sure the kitchen was spotless, I stepped outside for a few minutes.

The sunny morning had turned into a cloudy afternoon, but I took a moment to enjoy the fresh air and the well-tended garden. I mean, if you were going to be a not-really-mafia-mom, you'd need a professional landscaper, wouldn't you? And the garden really was lovely.

Scrubby brush in the dry soil, but thick, thorny mountain rose bushes surrounding the edge of the property gave it a quiet, hedged-in feeling that felt private and not smashed up against the rest of the town.

I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of delicate roses, the warm sun kissing my cheeks, and the quiet of a few minutes without children. My mind wondered back over the poetry comments. It meant something; knowing people wanted me to keep going. That my words touched some part of them that needed a connection to someone else.

And was BlisteringSouls correct?

Was there a warning in my poem? Was there danger in a secret, hidden room somewhere? Did it have to do with memories and forgotten reveries? I shook my head and opened eyes I didn't realize were closed.

Focusing on the blooming pink mountain roses, I brought myself back to 2859, Cheyenne, WY, not wandering the hallways of daydreams.

"Right," I nodded to myself. "Let's do a comedy poem for the next one, eh? Leave behind all the cryptic warnings and strangeness."

That would totally work out perfectly, I was sure. Funny from here on out. No problem!