Comfort Food

She slowly turned the knob around, the latch spring recoiled and the door creaked open. She peeked in without making a noise and caught a glimpse of her roommate lounging on the couch looking distraught and heartbroken- mascara smeared cheeks, vacant gaze, and eyelids swollen from hours of crying incessantly. “Ah, not again!” she sighed… Continue reading Comfort Food