Started writing in high school. At first it was something new to do. Eventually it became like therapy; a means to discover things about myself. More importantly, it is a way for me to create something and share my view of things.
He woke to a gentle rhythmic clack as a breeze spilled through the curtains of the window. Its cold embrace weaved through the blanket and caused his body to involuntarily shiver. The blankets velvety touch caressed his cheek and arms as he pulled it tightly around himself. As the warmth returned to his body, penetrating deep, the shivers died down. The numbness in his limbs and chest broke with needle-like pricks as Lachlan shifted atop him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck and pulled him closer. His lungs filled with a fresh and brisk cold that pushed him from the state between sleep and wakefulness he found himself in. Too cold to have the window open. Bailey opened his eyes and looked down to where Lachlan lay. She wasn’t there.