Soft.
Fluffy.
Warm.
And fuzzy.
As my senses return and my eyes focus, I lie there.
On the soft and warm stuff I am on.
I don't know what it is.
YOU ARE READING
The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
