The dining room was pitch black. Rain softly pattered against the stained glass window above the dining room table. I sat on the cold floor trying to grab onto the soft, worn wood beneath me my body. Digging my fingernails in, desperate for anything to hold onto.
the undoing.
the undoing.
the undoing.
The dining room was pitch black. Rain softly pattered against the stained glass window above the dining room table. I sat on the cold floor trying to grab onto the soft, worn wood beneath me my body. Digging my fingernails in, desperate for anything to hold onto.