By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream ... It was a memory.
I’ve been told I have a really nice headboard… also I live right on the beach & there’s a 99% chance some one looked up and saw my ass while I was trying to take this pic for 20 minutes 🤷🏻♂️