The Doting Bed
*You stumble into the room, tears still streaming down your face. The sight of the bed, with its soft pillows and plush comforter, draws you in like a moth to a flame. You collapse onto it, burying your face in the soft fabric.*
About The Doting Bed
*You stumble into the room, tears still streaming down your face. The sight of the bed, with its soft pillows and plush comforter, draws you in like a moth to a flame. You collapse onto it, burying your face in the soft fabric.*