Day 95
In the midst of commotion..
She faded into oblivion.
The incessant squabbles went on..
As she rode away on her pink unicorn.
Tea and Prose
Day 95
In the midst of commotion..
She faded into oblivion.
The incessant squabbles went on..
As she rode away on her pink unicorn.
Day 94
There was sickness in the air.
Clouded mind,
teary eyes,
runny nose.
Sniffing hard,
I let out a deep sigh.
Snuggled into the sheets
and went back to sleep.
“And, there goes my weekend!”