She woke up and looked around. Where was she? Whose bed was she in? The pulled back sheets, the indented pillow, the boots on the floor, all told her she did not sleep alone. The room was familiar, too familiar. Not in the midst of her misspent youth, but where was she? Why, oh why, did she have to wake up out of a dream so hard? The cobwebs were starting to clear as the racket on the other side of the door increased and the door flew open. Mommy, you’re awake, called three little voices launching onto the bed.
Frances Johnson
7/10/2019 05:39:30 pm
Clever
Arlene Antoinette
15/10/2019 04:47:12 pm
This is a good one, N.T. You do so much with such a limited amount of words. Comments are closed.
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