“Shit!” I yell as I hit my head on the overhang above my staircase. I finish climbing down the stairs and stop for a second to make sure that I’m still functioning in a “normal” capacity. I run through the questions of asking myself my name, date, and occupation. I correctly answer the questions. Okay, …
(I was feeling a bit murky this week and ended up experimenting with my Edgar Allen Poe side a little bit more than usual. Hope you like it! The End…) It’s an early Monday morning in August. The streetlights still shine through the curtains in the exquisite master bedroom. A hot wind blows through the …