Taking a stab at this:

-Midnight-

The dreams always woke her up. No, that was wrong, she always woke herself up before they continued.

Coward, her brain taunted her.

She, a coward? Not tonight.

She always dreamed of him coming to her. Holding her, whispering in her ear, all that he longed to do to her for so long.

How he wanted to run his fingers through her hair, nibble on her earlobe, bite her lip, his mouth closing over hers...

She moaned. She always woke up before anything happened.

She closed her eyes. In her mind, she reached up and took off his glasses...

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The Little Tornado.

The Little Tornado is ....

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Marisa Wikramanayake
Freelance Writer & Editor,
Board Member of SoEWA and Writing WA
http://www.marisa.com.au