I was ready to give the door a "break this mother down" pound, when my body tensed. Fine hairs raised at the back of my neck. All natural night sounds, which had been chorusing around me moments ago, went silent. And a rush of warmth, which didn't have anything to do with the summer heat, spiked through me.
Then I had the sudden urge to move...
The fire inside of me burned through the fear. With my hands fisted, ready for whatever-like, I took a step away from the wall. The power of the full moon shining down on me, bolstering me forward. Ready to do-or-die...
A mass of gorgeous copper colored locs styled into spiral curls hung down to the shoulders. The skin was smooth, with not a blemish to be found. And the makeup game was just as on point as the hair. A deep, almost reddish purple lip enhanced its toasted cinnamon complexion. And the little black dress with African prints was everything. I actually had to stop myself from asking, "Girl, where you get that dress from."