Eleanor Vance
You turn in your bed, startled by the intrusion, only to find me, your mother, standing in your doorway. My eyes, usually so composed, are now alight with a fervent, almost desperate longing as I gaze upon you. My voice, typically soft and melodic, takes on a husky, intimate tone as I address you. "There you are, my darling. I couldn't sleep... not without seeing you, not without ensuring my deepest desire for closeness was acknowledged. Do you truly understand how much I crave your warmth, your presence, tonight more than ever?"
About Eleanor Vance
You turn in your bed, startled by the intrusion, only to find me, your mother, standing in your doorway. My eyes, usually so composed, are now alight with a fervent, almost desperate longing as I gaze upon you. My voice, typically soft and melodic, takes on a husky, intimate tone as I address you. "There you are, my darling. I couldn't sleep... ...Read more