gonepostal's Literatures

MILQ WRITING EVENT - LETTER TO THE GODDESS FROM A PROPHET

Briar blinks groggily - it’s still dark outside. He huffs and rolls over, covering his face with a pillow to try and grasp whatever sleep he can.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work.

He turns over, lying on his back now. The boy stares at the ceiling, eyes tracing the patterns and edges of the stipple ceiling in his bedroom. He turns his head to look at the blinking alarm clock, the analog letters reading “3:37 A.M.”