Mary's House - Morning Dream by Yarbrough, literature
Literature
Mary's House - Morning Dream
I came to Mary's house in the morning through the front door. The cherry board swung open to an empty room. Walking curiously inside, I peeked around all corners to assure myself of my solitude. Being quickly satisfied, I returned to the living room coffee table where I sat down occupying myself with the headliners on the freshly stocked morning tribune, (an activity I indulged in simply to stunt any temptation to plunder about the drawers and closets of the house). After flipping through the dry yellowing pages for close to an hour I felt confident that neither Mary, nor her roommate would return till late in the day. I became very bore
Mary's House - Morning Dream by Yarbrough, literature
Literature
Mary's House - Morning Dream
I came to Mary's house in the morning through the front door. The cherry board swung open to an empty room. Walking curiously inside, I peeked around all corners to assure myself of my solitude. Being quickly satisfied, I returned to the living room coffee table where I sat down occupying myself with the headliners on the freshly stocked morning tribune, (an activity I indulged in simply to stunt any temptation to plunder about the drawers and closets of the house). After flipping through the dry yellowing pages for close to an hour I felt confident that neither Mary, nor her roommate would return till late in the day. I became very bore