Last Night

Late last night I got into a fight with a friend. Distraught to the point of tears I decided that I did not feel like being alone so I went to visit someone who would likely be awake. He is an artist who keeps very strange hours. Upon arrival at his home in Malibu I noticed that all of his curtains were open and all of his lights were on. It seemed odd. His empty house looked like a stage setting. I stared through the windows at his spartan furnishings and the artwork on the walls before heading towards the door. It swung open before I even had a chance to reach for the doorbell. As soon as I saw the face of the person who stood before me I knew that I had made a big mistake in going there..

The full gallery of my ordeal will be coming to TanyaDanielle.com next week.





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