I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was no hiding from reality that morning.
I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was no hiding from reality that morning.
Her head appears to be on fire but it is only a trick of the light. It was June 13, eighty-three degrees out, under sunny skies.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories