30 April 2012
The wind blew past my sodden face. Making me feel colder than I already was. I stared at the door to the old barn. The only dry place for miles. It slowly creaked open. I stepped in and closed the door. I could see small rodents in the corner. Mice, I guess. Could be rats.
I found a sack of hay and rested my head against it. Slowly I fell asleep.
My Story. • Opuss № I