This is a draft of the prologue of my original story. It’s not what it looks like I swear. Also, disclaimer.
The way I sleep, this bed just can't be made. I pull the covers up around my head. Now when I think of me, I think of somebody else instead. As if it wasn't hard enough.
This is a draft of the prologue of my original story. It’s not what it looks like I swear. Also, disclaimer.