Chapter 18 – Steal My Breakfast
- Karina
- “Ow, my head hurt.” I groan. The first thing that I woke up to this morning was an awful headache. Must be the by product from crying last night. Now, I know to never cry before bed.
- I was still trying to get my head back together, but I paused. My foot slowly trails up another, which is not mine. It is hairy, long, and slender.