A grandmother’s love (MB #15)

I woke up with a startle, confused by my surroundings but immediately comforted by the scent of Hunter’ pillow next to my head, reminding me exactly of who I’d slept next to the night before. I could hear muffled voices coming from downstairs and as the exchanges got louder I got the impression the conversation…

I am my own muse…

Writing prompt of the day: Write about your muse – what do they look like? What does your muse do to inspire you? My muse can be no one else but me. A 22-year-old woman with the unmet emotions of a ten-year-old little girl. Someone that strives to overcome her fears and her past and…