My Own Private Metamorphosis

Be careful what you wish for.

Elisabeth Rossman
Jul 13, 2020 · 3 min read
Photo by Max Felner on Unsplash


“Just ten more minutes, Mom.”

The faint sound of snoring wafted out through the tear in the wall and blended in with the hustle and bustle on the outside.

“WHAT THE WHAT?!” Ella shot up, throwing her blankets across her body, banking off the wall opposite her.