The white linen of my bed spread forth, buttering me up in a cozy feel of warmth. It was the harmattan season. To abandon the blanket for the cold reality seeping in through the window seals, was for the brave. And I was never brave. But still, only one reason could pull me from my cozy world
"Dora!!"
Yeah....that. My mother's voice.
YOU ARE READING
My storyline
General Fictionstep inside my life for a moment, my thoughts, fantasy, dreams, desires. see through my eyes and mind. be me for a minute
