You walk around the house stark naked, it’s morning. The bright kind where the sun argues with your walls and throws up on them bright yellow shards of light. A kettle of water boils from the kitchen, a slice of incomplete bread is hardening with...
You walk around the house stark naked, it’s morning. The bright kind where the sun argues with your walls and throws up on them bright yellow shards of light. A kettle of water boils from the kitchen, a slice of incomplete bread is hardening with...