Not been able to upload in ages! This is a very mini one.
I was in my bedroom once again. Today had not been a good day. Every little thing that the others had said caused me to snap with rude remarks and I basically mouthed off to them. So it was no surprise I ended up being grounded. I couldn't care less to be honest, but I was distraught about something…
I was distraught about the loss of my beloved book I had been reading: Beside Myself by Anne Morgan. It was an intricate thriller about two twin sisters, who decide to play a harmless game of swapping their identities but that is how they remain for the rest of their lives.
The empty space on my bedside table now rendered it useless - without its companion. Sometimes I imagined how peaceful my life would be if I was a piece of furniture…