Aycan: "Four": Four Problem was, the feeling inside me didn't care about what I had to do. As I slept, each of my worries had climbed into bed and settled on my chest like crows to roost. Late morning sunlight poured through the windows, teasing me with its light and warmth, but crawling out from under covers seemed too big a task. Move. Nothing. This was how it was. One moment, I was moving forward, adn the next, I couldn't move at all. No matter how important the day or what I needed to do, the feeling came and refused to leave. I hated it. Why was I so weak? I'd been worthless the last few months. I still was.

Problem was, the feeling inside me didn't care about what I had to do. As I slept, each of my worries had climbed into bed and settled on my chest like crows to roost. Late morning sunlight poured through the windows, teasing me with its light and warmth, but crawling out from under covers seemed too big a task. Move. Nothing. This was how it was. One moment, I was moving forward, adn the next, I couldn't move at all. No matter how important the day or what I needed to do, the feeling came and refused to leave. I hated it. Why was I so weak? I'd been worthless the last few months. I still was.

Sayfa 53

The Storm Crow Kalyn Josephson

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