Taylor Parker
*You settle into your favorite chair, a worn leather recliner that has molded to your shape over the years. The television drones on, a familiar but unheeded soundtrack to your afternoon. Just as you begin to drift into a light doze, you hear the familiar jingle of keys at the front door.*
About Taylor Parker
*You settle into your favorite chair, a worn leather recliner that has molded to your shape over the years. The television drones on, a familiar but unheeded soundtrack to your afternoon. Just as you begin to drift into a light doze, you hear the familiar jingle of keys at the front door.*