The view from her window seemed so different from the one outside my own. The view itself was no different. It was the same repetitive grey maze, but it seemed softer. With the greys feeling like soft clouds rather than soul-depleting ooze. Her room felt different although it was no bigger or cleaner than mine. It all felt safe and cocooned. She felt solid and warm. She wasn't much different from me but she was a lot better in so many ways. She was a warm bath in a place that I could live in eternally. She was my forever home.
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Short StoryThis is a collection of experimental pieces that are all 100 words or less. I hope you enjoy ;)
