I lay on the ground in an empty room.
My jacket folded beneath my head.
A blanket over me.
It has a weight that brings me comfort
But it is to light to give me warmth.
YOU ARE READING
Little Things
Short Storythis is simply a book of small(sometimes long) poem like things.
blanket
I lay on the ground in an empty room.
My jacket folded beneath my head.
A blanket over me.
It has a weight that brings me comfort
But it is to light to give me warmth.
