I’m not who you think I am.

[tameless_hearts]

Somehow the couch he had been resting on had transformed. The cushions under him had thinned, growing softer as they changed into a bed of moss. The the back had lost all padding and grown rough, while the front had grown a wall just as high as the back, cradling him on both sides. The walls in the small room had faded, giving way to trees and

Comments

[luandir]

Good stuff. I'm enjoying it.