Megan’s Story
It’s late evening, around eight pm, with a few seconds ticking away on that annoying clock over the kitchen door. You’re sitting there in your living room, reading a book, your eyes stuck on the pages, your mind totally engrossed in it. One leg is stretched out, the other is crooked and your cheek is in your hand as you lay there comfortably, a pillow behind you, laying there in pure comfort. Black yoga pants caress along your legs and a purple sweatshirt lies tight on your body, a black t-shirt peeking out slightly below it. In the background plays a radio station which you hardly pay attention to, it’s there mainly for ambience, so you don’t feel like your home alone and lonely. So engrossed are you with the book that you don’t notice …