What of story do you usually enjoy most—something more whimsical like this, or perhaps something spooky or futuristic ?
One rainy Tuesday, Leo sat in his Nest, listening to the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of raindrops against the glass. He realized that while the rest of the house belonged to his parents, and the street belonged to the city, this room—this specific patch of carpet—belonged entirely to his thoughts. bedroom
He looked at the glow-in-the-dark stars he’d stuck to the ceiling years ago. They didn’t shine as brightly as they used to, but they were still there, guiding him home every night. He realized that a bedroom isn’t just where you sleep; it’s where you grow into the person you are when no one is watching. What of story do you usually enjoy most—something