life in books by ~heaveninapapercup
in the city we forgot to namethe bus ride on the way into town was disorientating. i had just woken up an hour ago, taken one look at the clock and had immediately climbed into my clothes and grabbed my bag and headed out. i hadn't showered since yesterday, and my hair was feeling the effects of it. and now here i was sitting on the top deck of the double-decker bus, feeling heady and slightly off-center. i was breathing strange, and the world was two steps ahead of me. the rain had stopped, and the sky was a swimming pool hue of blue. it was almost six in the evening, but the was world blanketed in a soft after-rain light, making it seem like the morning was just beginnin the city we forgot to name by ~heaveninapapercup