This is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you

I am currently writing a story when I should be doing my proofs. For the love of God, someone stop me and make me do my proofs. Else I won't get to sleep until like five a.m.

The story I am writing is about PEOPLE WITH PROBLEMS as per usual...but...instead of a story about a flawed relationship between child and parent ( a la Platonic Love) this story is about a flawed relationship between boy and girl. So I'm branching out! I'm growing up! Aren't you proud of me? Actually, it may end up having a flawed parent-child relationship anyway. Or two. I haven't decided yet. I don't know why I seem to have that recurring vein in my stories... my relationship with my parents is pretty great.