UNPLAYED • by Lucy Stone – Every Day Fiction

The butterflies were in Anna’s head, not in her stomach — a swarm of glorious, golden images she couldn’t seem to suppress, even when she told herself to count sheep, or recite nonsense rhymes, to try and lull herself to sleep. via Pocket via FREE Fiction / Raindrop.io https://raindrop.io
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