Week #34 (19)
“Mum! Dad, where are you?” I called as I opened the door to our little cottage in the woods. I cautiously walked into the living room, it felt strange without the happy laughter of my Mum and Dad. I lowered my self on a couch, like an old lady needing some help. Once I sat down I spotted a glass of water on a nearby table. It looked like a glass of water I suppose. Slowly I walked towards it, like gravity was just pulling me there on purpose! My mouth became dry and needing water. So I drank it . . .
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