I keep replaying that moment yesterday when I asked for extra blankets and the servant looked at me like I'd grown a second head. I'm supposed to be above wanting comfort. but I'm not. and I hate that I hate that I'm not.
I keep replaying that moment yesterday when I asked for extra blankets and the servant looked at me like I'd grown a second head. I'm supposed to be above wanting comfort. but I'm not. and I hate that I hate that I'm not.