Feels Like Home to Me [Open]
Cali tapped her pen on the table. She was writing another story, or at least trying to. It was a lot more difficult when all she kept doing was thinking about these crazy stories in her head. Biting on her lip, she decided to get up. Maybe taking a walk would help. It was way too early to go back home, yet. And there was nothing like a nice day in the city.
She packed up and headed out of the cafe she regularly went to. Well, now what? The streets were busy, so she decided to head down West 83rd St towards the park. Maybe inspiration would spark her.
She packed up and headed out of the cafe she regularly went to. Well, now what? The streets were busy, so she decided to head down West 83rd St towards the park. Maybe inspiration would spark her.