It’s 4pm. I’m still in bed. Beyond the double duvet another world awaits: the app proclaims a world at 11C. Outside the solid walls frosty cats’ whiskers gleam under scattered street light. It is getting dark again. I remain hidden.
It’s 4pm. I’m still in bed. Beyond the double duvet another world awaits: the app proclaims a world at 11C. Outside the solid walls frosty cats’ whiskers gleam under scattered street light. It is getting dark again. I remain hidden.