When the morning broke through the window of Alan Robin’s bedroom, he rolled to escape the bright light as it ran across him. It was early, perhaps just after seven, and he felt as though he’d only just fallen into peaceful slumber. Whilst it was easy to escape the warm and empty sun, it was not as simple escaping the realisation that the weekend was over and the working week had begun. With the bitter taste of sleep still languishing deadly on his tongue, Alan pulled himself upright and with a jolt, stepped out of bed.
When The River No Longer Runs
When The River No Longer Runs
When The River No Longer Runs
When the morning broke through the window of Alan Robin’s bedroom, he rolled to escape the bright light as it ran across him. It was early, perhaps just after seven, and he felt as though he’d only just fallen into peaceful slumber. Whilst it was easy to escape the warm and empty sun, it was not as simple escaping the realisation that the weekend was over and the working week had begun. With the bitter taste of sleep still languishing deadly on his tongue, Alan pulled himself upright and with a jolt, stepped out of bed.