A soft, humming light slowly trickles through the gap in my curtain, the breeze from outside swaying the fabric softly. I can smell freshly cut grass humming against the wet rain and a smile automatically graces my lips. The smell of fresh grass is always enough to convince me to rise in the morning. I open my eyes, noticing I am in my childhood bed, all my photographs from university are still scattered in unorganized, but fashionable waves across the string of my wall. I zone in on one photograph where I am smiley broadly, my whole body relaxed and clinging onto my childhood sweetheart. Tyron.
A crack of thunder echoes through the soft, dove walls making my hairs stand on edge. Why do I feel so broken? I shuffle to my side and try swing my body up, but everything just feels so numb. I
