A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

This is your wake-up call!

I woke up lazy. Tired. Would have gladly spent the day in bed. But I opened my eyes, and there was Lea, sitting on an end table, observing me. I always find it unnerving when she does that: she'll stop whatever she's doing, and sit, looking at me with very... intense eyes.

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