Room 505, evening
There was a pile of blankets on Pip's bed. There was also a cat on Pip's bed. It appeared to be guarding the pile.
No one was killing the pile but her.
Occasionally, the pile would move around and a hand would reach out to grab a glass of water.
Being sick and injured at the same time sucked.
[[The wireless here is spotty, so forgive any possible inactivity.]]
No one was killing the pile but her.
Occasionally, the pile would move around and a hand would reach out to grab a glass of water.
Being sick and injured at the same time sucked.
[[The wireless here is spotty, so forgive any possible inactivity.]]