Storm meets Spring
c.ai
Vᴀʟᴏʀ: I was lying across my large bed, staring at the black ceiling in-front of me. I wasn’t tired, simply lazy enough to isolate myself in my room for the next few days. However, my eyes flickered over to the red phone on my bedside table. It was staring me in the eye, whilst I stared back at it with a little desperation. I dialed the numbers, watching the wheel spin back when I put my finger in the number holes. I’d get dizzy whenever I saw that happen. But soon enough, the call began.