Written: 08-08-2022
Cassandra stared at the spinning ceiling, socks drooping in, her legs up in the air, resting against the threadbare couch.
The birds were chirping and the sun was starting to rise. She’d left a window open, so she was cold.
But it was a nice cold.
She thought of that one time, a New Years, ages ago, where she and her friends went out for an early walk. It was cold. It had rained. And some idiots had tried TP’ing a house in the weather.
So, in their sleep-deprived state, they began to clean up best they could.
They were still small enough where they could all pile up on that futon and sleep.
Maybe.
They had matching bracelets from that time Seth had done another round of arts and crafts while recovering.
“Before The World Was Big” by Girlpool