Cold & alone in the dark of the night, my recurring nightmare & unwanted dream. Boldly creeping through this ruined house, the smell of burning grips my throat. The stairs and the passages, eternal they seem, I hate this dream please leave me be.
OK I am awful at writing anything but I thought this strange piece needed some explanation!! Background
Oh and I must thank Hannah for being a sport! I dragged her away from her Wii and made her take her clothes off and slip on her dressing gown, take her hair down (I’ll regret that in the morning, it’ll be knotty!) And stand there trying not to move whilst the camera went click!