Tori Miller
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Actor, Writer, Painter, Lover, Fighter, Nerd, Dreamer and above all else a Believer in the Impossible 💗🎬🎨🍔🐈
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A Perfect Moment
Wrapped in a towel, I lay face-first on the aesthetically pleasing white bed that had not been made yet that morning with soft sunshine illuminating the notebook in front of me. I run my fingers through my still damp hair as I try to think of the task at hand yet I am distracted by the beauty that is this moment. The muffled sounds of the shower in the other room soothes my soul as I thank God for the adventure that is my life. I look back down to my notebook staring at the prayers that I have written out over the years. The shower stops and moments later the man of my dreams walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up and grin at him and continue to thank God in my notebook for this amazing man. He quickly dresses himself with a black v-neck and a pair of blue jeans then turns and smiles at me.
By Tori Miller8 years ago in Humans
Fright Night
It’s a dark October night. We had just gotten back from our honeymoon when a dear friend sent us an invite asking us to be in Universal Studios for a surprise. Honestly, I should’ve seen this coming from a mile away, but I wanted to trust that she wasn’t that mean. We stand in a cleared out part of the park in front of the American Horror Story Haunted House. My entire body stiffened because I knew what was coming. How could I have known that she would hold on to this kind of information for so long? The only reason I even came was because I knew he would be here with me. His big arms softly wrapped around my middle holding both of my hands in his because he knew how freaked out I would be of this whole situation. We patiently waited for the two camera men to ready their equipment for the shoot. He lightly kissed my neck then nestled his face against mine. His warm cheek melted my heart like it always does. I turned my face to his to kiss that cheek and tuck my face into his neck. To the outside observer, we looked like the perfect picture of love, but to us it wasn’t just a picture, it was the real deal.
By Tori Miller8 years ago in Humans
