SHE ACHED. NOT excessively, not enough to be painful. But her eyes fell somewhere in the middle ground of crusty and dry. Which wasn’t entirely pleasant.
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AZANA SIGHED. STIFLING heat clung to her skin like a film that drained away her energy and thoughts. The thought of lurching down stairs to make breakfast was too much.
Written: 8 Sept 2015
Words: 26 wds / 30 wds
Inspired: life / Azana