“Rora are you listening to me?” My eyes fluttered to take in my surroundings at the sound of Tiny’s voice.
“Tiny?” I exhaled, trying to figure out what was going on.
I was in my old room, in our old apartment in our small little town. The wallpaper was still the cheesy flower print with the hole rainbow of pastel colors. My bed was all disheveled like I had just gotten up and Tiny was sitting cross legged at the end. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the fresh mountain air floating through the window that was cracked open overlooking the stream that ran so quietly behind our apartment. “Tiny where are we?” I asked cautiously.
“You big dumb, dumb, we are home. Where do you think you are?” Her arms were crossed, and her messy bun was flying in the air above her as s
