Stream of Conciousness
Stream of Conciousness By SarahKH I'm so nervous. This is the side of me people don't see, the side of me that's alone and scared. It's the side of me that's always there when Miss isn't around. I go like this when I get separated from her in the supermarket even; I'm such a stupid sissy. Sat on the sofa is a box addressed to Miss. I know what's in it, she measured me for it. I paid for it. It's...