Ah…
I wake up to the white canopy of the bed above me, shielding me from abundant light rays.
As usual, my hair is all splayed about, that I spit out stray strands of my blonde hair away from my mouth. the bedding of the canopy of white silk roofings or should I call them tapestries…
I don't know, mehn, whatever they're called.
It's… actually what am I talking about the roof of the canopy bed? My head hurts so much. It's almost as if I use my hair to hit iron but before God and man where did I do that? It's not like I had a dream or something that I dreamt about stuff and it actually did happen.
Mehn, really really tired.
My muscles hurt like crap.
Aaaarrgghh…
Gee… You can't understand the pain I'm feeling except you actually go through it
Ah, it's like nails are being driven th
