The bed was unmade, and the crinkles on his face reflected the folds of the bed, frustrated and unnecessarily wet. It feels like a bristled brush cleaning a straw, quick-paced and with little mois (1).png
The bed was unmade, and the crinkles on his face reflected the folds of the bed, frustrated and unnecessarily wet. It feels like a bristled brush cleaning a straw, quick-paced and with little mois (2).png
The bed was unmade, and the crinkles on his face reflected the folds of the bed, frustrated and unnecessarily wet. It feels like a bristled brush cleaning a straw, quick-paced and with little mois (3).png
The bed was unmade, and the crinkles on his face reflected the folds of the bed, frustrated and unnecessarily wet. It feels like a bristled brush cleaning a straw, quick-paced and with little mois.png
The bed was unmade, and the crinkles on his face reflected the folds of the bed, frustrated and unnecessarily wet. It feels like a bristled brush cleaning a straw, quick-paced and with little mois (5).png