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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The loud humming voice buzzing through the flat screen TV located at the far end centre of the room was the only sound that could be heard in the room, as I lay, leg stretched above one another, arms crossed over each other between the back of my head, on the plush white leather cushion chair.
Mum had gone very early in the morning while I was still sleeping, leaving only me and my thoughts in the house. Regarding the white cream colored sturdy wall in the living room, I pondered idly on what I could use my time to do. In a moment of deciding on which series to watch, a pop from my phon
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