I could feel
the cold air sweep past my curtains
and into my bed, where it soon mingled with my
Breathe
and chilled my teeth
as I
smiled.
I could feel
it trying to brush past my neck
to sweep across my
collarbone.
And to leave a lasting
indent of
gooseflesh.
the cold air sweep past my curtains
and into my bed, where it soon mingled with my
Breathe
and chilled my teeth
as I
smiled.
I could feel
it trying to brush past my neck
to sweep across my
collarbone.
And to leave a lasting
indent of
gooseflesh.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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