Comfort

Day 216

 A CRISP WIND blew gently into her room. Snuggling under her blankets, Anath curled up against her pillow. An large sturdy book was propped up between her arm and the wall, having fallen then when she fell asleep. Now it lay next to her, a familiar and favorite bed guest.


Written: 24 May 2016

Words: 50

Inspired: Anath + life

x-posted

Remember these! I’m back to posting (and writing them)! I got off kilter because I was exerting so much focus on finishing writing the conclusion of a book series. 

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