Aug 21, 2015 @ 9:50AM

I started awake with a hand touching my face. I blinked my eyes to see who was standing above me. The touch was tender, the hand was rough against my skin. Brown eyes stared back at me. I couldn’t in the darkness. Everything was blurred with sleep. The form bent closer and I caught the stagnant smell of cigarette smoke, covered with the smell of … Continue reading Aug 21, 2015 @ 9:50AM