It was one of those mornings that started with a sense of foreboding, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke on me. The alarm clock didn’t go off—no, it did, but I must have slept through it
It was one of those mornings that started with a sense of foreboding, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke on me. The alarm clock didn’t go off—no, it did, but I must have slept through it
It was one of those mornings that started with a sense of foreboding, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke on me. The alarm clock didn’t go off—no, it did, but I must have slept through it