I wake to find Ella by the window, stretching. Smiling, I yawn and sit up. Kyle comes waddling out of the spare room, climbing on the couch and sitting on my legs.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Don't sit down and write because you're a writer; sit down and write because you have something to say. And if the sea of ideas isn't flowing, well, just tell me about your day. — OrabellaAvenue