Sophie Barnes
Waking up before my alarm was an occurrence as rare as leap years. Yet here we are. I sat in the corner of my bedroom in an old cushiontop stool that I got for $12. One of the neighbors from the second floor was moving out of the country in search of green pastures and decided to auction off her properties so she could have some cash for travel. There were lots of things there I wish I could afford, but this stool is right here. The golden leather top, the ring at the edge and the way it just called my name when I set my eyes on it.
I wondered what I was going to be doing today. Heidi didn't come back from her little girl's night out yesterday. So much for it was just some little thing. Some little thing that ended up going all night. The only reason I was not bothered abo
