For WIP Wednesday: Think Pink? (Please I’m obsessed with this story)
“Well I wasn’t gonna let you do it, you’d have come back with stale cereal and nothing else. There’s not even bread in the pantry!” Bernard scoffs teasingly, and then Kon’s eyes blink open with another weird little jolt in his gut and he realizes–Bernard’s not in the bed. Hasn’t been in the bed. He’s not even actually in the bedroom; just standing in the doorway with . . . a tray?
Huh?













