Why do I feel safer under blankets?
It's not like a psychotic killer will open my window and be all like "Yes! She's here! And I have my knife ready and-GOD DARNIT SHE HAS A BLANKET."
The world may never know...
I Wonder
Why do I feel safer under blankets?
It's not like a psychotic killer will open my window and be all like "Yes! She's here! And I have my knife ready and-GOD DARNIT SHE HAS A BLANKET."
The world may never know...