“I might’ve cried a bit as I drifted into the bliss that is sleep when you need to let go, except suddenly I heard a very distinct rattling and “scrtch, crtsh, skitczh” and from the corner of my eye I saw…”
Observations on life by Marie Noelle Duquette
“I might’ve cried a bit as I drifted into the bliss that is sleep when you need to let go, except suddenly I heard a very distinct rattling and “scrtch, crtsh, skitczh” and from the corner of my eye I saw…”