“Galleries?” I had instantly labeled this place as a maze, not a museum of pictures. But then I realized that word had two meanings. It could also mean corridors. Long corridors. I glanced back out the gap I had entered through. The passageways stretched out there, seemingly endless. “Apt.” I nodded once, and placed my palm inside his.
[CFS]
Then she leapt at me.
I love the work and effort but please. Don't write 2216 word chapters.
“Galleries?” I had instantly labeled this place as a maze, not a museum of pictures. But then I realized that word had two meanings. It could also mean corridors. Long corridors. I glanced back out the gap I had entered through. The passageways stretched out there, seemingly endless. “Apt.” I nodded once, and placed my palm inside his.
[CFS]
Then she leapt at me.
I love the work and effort but please. Don't write 2216 word chapters.
I was just trying to get caught up on parts from back on the old MBs. They are a bit hard to scroll through, though.
He shoved the coat in twenty minutes later. Or at least, I assumed it was him. The door was open and closed within seconds. It was like they were trying to keep the cold air and me both contained.
Having people doubt one’s sanity does something to one’s actual sanity. Am I really crazy, and just haven’t realized it? Are my hands shaking uncontrollably because I’m losing it, or just because it’s two degrees below the big zero in here?
And then it hit. The real inclination that I was out and gone. A feminine voice, inside my head. “Con…”
I froze. This was not good. I wanted to be sane!
“Con…are you there?”
I tried screaming “no” inside my head, but nothing came out as far as I could tell. I just shook my head slowly. No, I was not here. I slowly lay down. I needed some sleep. Clear my head. This would all be gone in the morning, right?
“Well…if you can hear this…sleep well…I’ll try again tomorrow…”
