The Park, Friday night
Meg was on her back, laying on a gazebo bench and staring out over through the slats in the wood at the night sky. She didn't feel like being indoors despite the chill in the air. She simply wrapped herself up in a sweater and calmly, and quietly walked on out to the park, settling herself on her favorite bench to lay down.
Just, hopefully... she wouldn't fall asleep this time.
[it's open.]
Just, hopefully... she wouldn't fall asleep this time.
[it's open.]