Status: hi. i'm trying. i may or may not continue this.
Compass
Her heels were abandoned on the ground, and her black dress was wrinkled from sleeping in it. From downstairs, she could smell breakfast cooking and hear her grandmother singing along to the radio. Every Sunday morning her grandmother cooked breakfast. She cooked most other mornings too, but she cooked every Sunday morning, no exceptions. No matter how many people were over, or how few, there was always plenty of pancakes and bacon.