There was no noise.
All white, all around.
She lay still.
The white was hard beneath her.
Cold.
And she sat up, very slowly, with no sound,
after an eternity of sleep.
YOU ARE READING
All White, All Around
RandomI have no idea where this story is going, it all started on one Sunday night when I got really, really bored and had a considerably light homework load. Please take a minute to stop by and tell me what you think. Thanks so much! -AL Reive
