I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I just finished participating in National Novel Writing Month, so you'll be seeing parts from that for the next couple of weeks.
A breeze flowed in threw thru window, caressing her hair as gently as her mother. Was being awake not full of pain anymore?
Perhaps. She decided she would try to open her eyes. In front of her was the large open living room window looking over locks hill, with the ever-cloud above it, looking down on all of them as always. But, was it lower than the last time she noticed it? Perhaps it was just the placement of the sun, it was the afternoon. The fun behind her, shining on the thick cloud, pretending to show her the treasure inside.
"Are you awake?"
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