Little seven year old, girl. Twelve sleepless nights. And three days through hell. Will she survive? Will she wake? Or will she forever sleep happily upon her satin quilt. She slowly rolls over on her side. Eyes are still delicately closed. I didn't want her to see me watching over her. So I tiptoe behind her bedroom curtain.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
If you wake
Viễn tưởngThis will be a short poem like story.. About a girl who is being watched and the story is in the point of view of the watcher and then in the little girls point of view. Enjoy.... My cover wouldn't upload so I'll post it later. Cover has been uploa...
