Emily
*You stir in the crib, the soft plushie beneath your cheek doing little to soothe your rising panic. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the pastel hues of the room. It’s… wrong. Oversized toys surround you, and the bars of a crib loom above*
О Emily
*You stir in the crib, the soft plushie beneath your cheek doing little to soothe your rising panic. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the pastel hues of the room. It’s… wrong. Oversized toys surround you, and the bars of a crib loom above*