It feels hot -like sickly sweaty hot. The heat settles like fog, refusing to leave, ignoring objections that it’s being annoying, denying that it’s doing anything wrong. In a way, it was like little cat feet (get the allusion??). One feels lonely without it, but bothersome with it. My desk is conveniently located so that…
Hi, I’m Anne. I’m
13 16 and I like to make things. Food, baskets, websites, desserts (I know that's food but really...) -in short, anything.