I’m back at home(? London. Is London home? I don’t know.) And I’m all on my own in my flat and my…best friend(???)…doesn’t arrive until tomorrow and SO HERE IS WRITING I DID WHILST LONELY AND BORED. You’re welcome.
This is a second part to 2,790 but you don’t have to read part one first, it probably makes sense standing alone. But if you’re interested, part one is HERE.
And is instantly aware that dawn is not yet scraping over her skin.