Addiction

Addiction

by: Barbiedoll
Monday July 12, 2010

She woke up to the sun peeking out of the clouds.
The birds were singing their good morning song.

She wanted so much to just roll over to grab
a couple more minutes of sleep. But, the obsession
that she had, that had been calling her name, not
out loud, just whispering to her, kept calling.

She knew that she was addicted, and
secretly hoped it would be that way forever.

She knew that some people would understand
her addiction, and that others would not. She was
not normally one of those people who was easily
addicted to things....smoking, drugs, and drinking had
never held any desire to her. But this time she
realized that she was obsessed. She liked the
way she felt while satisfying her addiction......

she felt alive, energized, and sexy as well...
what could she say other than, she was addicted to

............................zumba........................