Fray – VII. Concretion
-You woke to a chilled room, the scent of moisture filling the empty space. At some point during your slumber, the warmth had returned underneath the cover and filled in the space between it and you. You could feel a frost on your nose and as you wrinkled it you could feel the harsh crease on it. Laying there, you were pulled by the warmth and painfully aware of the cold. You lay there debating which you should focus on, which call to heed. In the midst of your debate, the darkness of night was allayed by the sun, as […]