Uncertain Feelings
Elena Davis,
A feeling of falling into a cold pond wakes me up from my deep sleep. I jerked up on my bed with dripping wet hair and dress, wondering me about what happened with me? Calming my raced heart, I started checking my condition. As my gaze rose upwards from my covers, I knew I need to write my will as patty was standing with an empty bucket and the face which only remind me of the death. She was breathing visibly with her red and razor sharp gaze, making me wonder the reason of her volcanic anger. Is Tom did something? I don’t think so; maybe I had done something wrong.