Um... okay? Comma abuser vibes.
Erica always had a thing for taking in all sensations around her, and it was rare that somethings slips her senses, so now, on the brink of sleep, she hears the slight creek of the open window, freezing night air colliding with the blanket she didn't bother to pull all the way up, and there was also she white lights of the moon, throwing itself on the items in her room, from the no longer used school desk to the closed cupboard, the one that hid a brighter light behind it, the light of the first stone she'd just gotten that day, the thought of which brought back the yet fresh pain of her burnt hand, but it grew numb as she finally shut off her senses for the night.
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AléatoireThis book has 3 purposes. 1) Convince me I got more time for other Wattpad stories 2) Dump random ideas about my novel. 3) Pry off my author's-syndrome.
