@Aggy

A Random Narrative - A Night with the Flippin' Weather. It was 2:37 AM. It was cold, harsh, and dusty. The weather- the flippin’ weather was sick and it made me feel nauseous. I woke up craving pounded yam and vegetable soup; the one cooked by my mum specifically. You might be wondering if this was some kind of manipulation from the dream, but I can assure you, it wasn’t. Everywhere was utterly dark, but it wasn’t quiet. The only thing visible was the light from my phone’s…