MoodyReader

“…Allis…” A flash of concerned eyes. “…Please wake up…” A small pressure on your hand. “…Please…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        Your eyes slowly opened, revealing the dreary place you called home. Dim morning light filtered through the dirty windows of your bedroom, illuminating the stains of the worn carpet below. Slowly you pushed yourself up out of bed, stretching your sore muscles with a groan. You glanced in the mirror, grimacing at what you saw. Dark circles ringed your (e/c) eyes, and your (h/c) hair was ruffled up and messy from your nigh