Standard Posted by brownangelica12 Posted on January 2, 2017 Posted under daily words Comments Leave a comment January first, two thousand and seventeen. Sun muted by grey clouds streamed through Katie and Copeland and Joseph’s window – I woke up warm on their futon, next to my little sister who breathed sleepy as I adjusted my blankets. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related dailywordsnewyearspersonal Post navigation ← CW: PANIC ATTACKS January second, two thousand and seventeen. → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.