Powercuts.

Settles down yourself to study.

Power goes off.

Take light steps 1,2..boom

You ran inside the room. Cover yourself, bulids the fortress of sheets and start praying the almighty you know.

Jlo’s voice is your only friend. You ignore the sound of the wind. Saving the damn phone to last along the night with you.

You ‘ll not look into mirror, just eyes closed. Struggling to think something better yet..

I’ m scared to type further…