2021-07-20T16:41:20+00:00October 12th, 2020|Reveries|

Padding quietly down the creaky stairs in my black ankle socks, so not to wake anyone, the smell of burnt toast streamed from the kitchen, filling my nose and jumpstarting my appetite. My stomach growled and I looked around to see if anyone else heard it curse me in a language foreign to all but me. The aroma lingered from