My thoughts ran on different possibilities that night, if I could even call that a night. The blank canvass loomed over us like a single sheet of bond paper. The stale air remained consistent, violating my nose. No matter how I tossed and turned, I could not bring myself to unconsciousness.
I gave up and sighed. My thoughts shifted on that man who called me his own, but never raised me as his. Mom would always tell us stories about him when we were younger. She would prepare us snacks and my sister and I would sit around the sofa, stuffing ourselves.
She told us how she met him once upon the strike of midnight. Just like that fairytale, she dropped her ruby red heels on the steps in a hurry. The couch looked at her with piercing green eyes. Then one day, he stormed inside her house and s
