Short both in height and in manner.
I’ve always had difficulty sleeping. Don’t get me wrong — I’m a sound sleeper. One morning, when I was a child in Florida, my mom asked me if I heard all the sounds the previous night.
“No, what happened?”
Walking up to The Tower was a harrowing journey all its own.
The Tower, a starch white building with a heavy profile, jutted into the sky, threatening to tear it to pieces. Walking up its thousand-step base brought one to a twin set of…
I don’t know her favorite color, and it’s too late to ask her.
Her bed, still covered in the virgin-white comforter with matching pillow shams, lies empty under the sun. At 5:37 PM, her room is beautiful.
