By DeevElliottcephalalgia by zilla774Read MoreThere’s a small cloud on the horizon as I stir from my sleep.
It is small and might blow away, but it feels too familiar to me. I shouldn’t take any risks. I turn myself over and try to push it away. It is so very early in the morning. I simply cannot bring myself to get up. I will live to regret this.
Two hours later I awake. The small cloud is bigger now, the tip of it touching the sun