Krissie Madden
Joined March 2021
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Little Black Book
Wet. She reached over and with a trembling hand, turned on the light. 2:30am. Breathe. This is my bed, my quilt, my pillows, my sheets, my room in the house I bought. I am here. I feel the sheets on my skin, the sweat sliding down my shoulder blades. It is quiet. I am here. I am safe.
By Krissie Madden3 years ago in Humans