You laugh and smile. You always do.
Monday morning, 5:00 a.m. sharp, I was wakened by a mean slap to the body and a stern, clear voice:
A familiar scent wafts among the reeds and rot of my domain. Erick, a boy of eight or nine stands with two other, smaller…
I want to dream of you tonightWith plot and theme I can’t decideBetween the furthest wrong and rightI want to be right by your sideIn…
“This cake tastes so good today. So sometimes you do manage to come up with good dishes,” he said, giving me the first hint of a smile in…