How many days. Five. Six. Mya can’t remember last time she left her room. She moves the curtain, just a fraction to check if the sun is out. Gray. Like yesterday. And the day before. She whispers to someone invisible “I don’t fill the sun coming out Today”.
One Apple A Day #79
One Apple A Day #79
One Apple A Day #79
How many days. Five. Six. Mya can’t remember last time she left her room. She moves the curtain, just a fraction to check if the sun is out. Gray. Like yesterday. And the day before. She whispers to someone invisible “I don’t fill the sun coming out Today”.