Kharah Black
Joined February 2021
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Dreamer
Alice filled her lungs with the cool breeze that wafted in through her dark basement window. She’d been renting this dank dungeon suite for nearly five years, but the house had been rooted here since 1946. Though the ceiling came down to just a few inches above her head, this was the one place where she felt she could stand tall. This was her sanctuary, her bat-cave, her anything she needed it to be. When the world outside felt like chaos, she could always slump solidly into her favourite chair or snuggle with the many pillows and blankets on her soft bed.
By Kharah Black3 years ago in Fiction