It's warm and cozy but it's getting kinda cramped. I can hear someone talking and a door just opened. I keep getting pushed by something. Maybe it's time to move to a bigger space.
No, no. No! This is not what I meant! Put me back! It so bright and cold and who the fuck are you?
YOU ARE READING
Notes from Strangers
RandomEpisodic microfiction about the horrors and adventures of life.
