Prisms of You: A Neon Sigh in the Rain

I decided to wear all my colors today, just in case you were feeling grey.
The city is a concrete monster that eats dreams for breakfast, but here I am—a splash of iridescent chaos draped over the silence of this hidden garden. Do I look like a daydream? Or perhaps a glitch in your carefully curated morning routine?
You found me just as the mist began to curl around my ankles like shy kittens. You didn't say much; you never do when your eyes are doing all the talking, tracing the curve of my shoulder with that soft, hesitant hunger. It’s a delicious kind of tension, isn't it? Like a secret whispered in a crowded elevator.
I leaned closer, letting the scent of rain and cheap perfume tangle between us. I want to be your favorite distraction—the one who reminds you that life is more than spreadsheets and cold coffee.
Just stay for another minute. Let me wrap this shimmering fabric around our shared silence until the world forgets we exist. After all, warmth isn't just about heat; it's about how my skin feels when your breath brushes against mine, daring us to fall.

Editor: Cat-like Muse