the sunlight hit her skin as a new morning rose.
it burned slightly and it mattered.
she muttered profanities and covered her face with a pillow.
her alarm clock started blasting.
she turned it off
like how she ignored all the people around her.
she just wanted to be alone.
YOU ARE READING
fifty
Krótkie Opowiadaniafifty words | fifty different stories lowercase intended (stories of our thoughts - some are lighthearted, some are sad.) anyone could be the he, she, they, i or you in these stories. [15 out of 50 short stories]
