short story

I really don't know what to feel anymore. Love, a topic  I keep missing every time I think I have a grasp of it. It is fragile and slippery. I make sure to rub my hands off my clothes to avoid spilling love, yet it falls hard to the ground, bouncing many times.  I really…

You wake up to a bright morning. A warm ray of light filters through your netted windows, bounces off your white walls, and bathes your prostrate form with its shimmering glow. You yawn, then stretch like an overfed cat. That is just before Mother calls out to you from the sitting room. You do not…