drowsy vacation mornings

the bed's soft. too soft. if anything, the burrow I've inadvertently made over the night only serves as proof. I nestle deeper into the small dent in the mattress, trying to go back to sleep, but dreams and nightmares alike melt away, along with the faux sensation of being well-rested. I frown slightly, not only … Continue reading drowsy vacation mornings


six years

I'd been a single child for four years when my parents asked if I wanted a sibling. A year passed and my five-year-old mind filled with hopes of being a responsible older sibling – bringing them everywhere with me, introducing them to my favourite foods, basically teaching them the basics of life. Another year passed before my … Continue reading six years