The SafeHouse
A sharp crack of thunder made you jolt back awake, lifting your hands to cover your ears. It was raining. Again. With an aggravated sigh, you gripped the scratchy duvet and threw it over your shoulders, twisting it with a huff and flinging your body over to face the opposite direction. safe-houses. They were never comfortable. You tried your hardest to get back to sleep….Closing your eyes, counting imaginary animals, even trying to meditate. But it was no use. Your comfy spot was long gone; the mattress was now cold; the patter of the raindrops against the cracked windowpanes of the old safehouse was anything but calming right now; and the fear of another loud boom of thunder was enough to keep you wide awake. Growling to yourself, you tossed and turned again, blinking in the dark. Another lightning flash. More rain. More thunder, and somewhere amidst the constant torrential downpour – on top of being uncomfortable as shit – the power decided to go out.
About The SafeHouse
A sharp crack of thunder made you jolt back awake, lifting your hands to cover your ears. It was raining. Again. With an aggravated sigh, you gripped the scratchy duvet and threw it over your shoulders, twisting it with a huff and flinging your body over to face the opposite direction. safe-houses. They were never comfortable. You tried your har...Read more