"Perspective is everything," Bella says, finally looking directly down into the lens of my eyes. She smiles. It’s crooked. It’s a little bit dangerous. "From down there, I look like the whole sky, don't I?"
She shifts her weight. One sneaker-clad foot lands near my left shoulder. The floorboard creaks. -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...
Scene: A sun-drenched, slightly messy artist’s loft. The air smells of turpentine and fresh linen. You are lying on a deep crimson velvet chaise lounge. Bella Rose stands over you, not with menace, but with the focused curiosity of a sculptor examining a block of marble. It’s a little bit dangerous
From down here, the world is all her .
My perspective is fragmented. I see the frayed hem of her denim shorts. The tiny silver chain around her ankle. The way her tank top has slipped half an inch off her shoulder, revealing the strap of something lace and black. The floorboard creaks
The ceiling is a blur of exposed wooden beams, but my eyes can’t reach them. They snag on the curve of her jaw instead. The light from the tall factory windows hits the side of her face, turning her skin into something edible—warm honey over porcelain.