Daphne
The day was colder than usual and the heavy skin of ice has covered the windows of my motel room. I was watching little birds playing in the snow while getting sun kissed from my bathroom’s window, while I lay in the tub of hot water and let myself relax. With a glass of orange juice and berries, I was in wonderland.
It was great that I ran away from that haunted house where Lord Vikram wanted us to stay. Don’t know what could have happened to us? Maybe I would be cuddling with a ghost. I cleared my mind and let those haunting thoughts vacuumed. i can’t spare a single moment i am enjoying here, to waste on baseless assumptions.
I took a sip and relaxed but the door was getting knocked by someone. I rolled my eyes and yelled, “who’s this? What is the problem? Can’t you let a woman
