#libra001

[genevieveduke-blog]

@undercover-darkness

Genevieve cursed softly as her coffee spilled over the page of her journal that she was scribbling in. She tended to make a note of dreams—even casual daydreams while her mind drifted. They weren’t formal visions, but sometimes the small details from them could be key in understanding her work. “Hey, Riva, could you pass me those napkins?”