So, I am writing a book… and I am very excited about it. It is the most gripping piece of literature I have ever produced. This is a snip from the first chapter.
An electrifying shock went through my body, and my heart stopped beating for what felt like forever. My lungs are heavy, and the breath coming out of my nose is freezing cold. My fingertips possess excruciating pain, extremely sensitive to anything they touch. And yet, the baby is still in that bathtub, laying in a pool of blood, putting out blood curdling cries. I have officially determined that the baby is not a physically existing child in my tub…
In My Shoes 