Bidump Stories

The dim light creeped under the door as Joe Biden curled into a tight ball on his stiff mattress. The rain pattered against the window like the endless metronome of his heart, leaving Biden deep in thought. His eyes drifted back and forth across the ceiling studying the popcorn-like texture. The more he tried to understand each bump in the ceiling, the more a familiar thought would pop into his head. *These bumps are so ugly yet so beautiful. They are different in every single room but never does anyone ever notice. But these bumps will never be as perfect as Don*