Its Monday, again

It was a blank sort of day, the sort of day when nothing really happens. A quiet kind of day, the sun streaming in through the window, lighting up the tiny window seat, the stripped covers on it, the many mis-matching cushions that had been piled onto it, the figure curled up onto it under a twisted comforter. The light bulb near her head was still on, its light indiscernible in the light of the sun. Continue reading

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