I wake to the sounds of a stranger rummaging through the recycling bin outside of my apartment building again. Rolling over, wishing to go back to my slumber but seeing the light starting to stream through the blinds. The clock tells me I’m early. Can I go back to sleep for just a moment?
In the Morning of the Living.
In the Morning of the Living.
In the Morning of the Living.
I wake to the sounds of a stranger rummaging through the recycling bin outside of my apartment building again. Rolling over, wishing to go back to my slumber but seeing the light starting to stream through the blinds. The clock tells me I’m early. Can I go back to sleep for just a moment?