Painting on the wall

Sighing, I stare at the ceiling wondering what to do next, the bed was soft and very comfortable, the fluffy white bed sheet spread on the bed soothed my skin and for a moment, I wish I could just lay down and not think of anything, listen to music and relax.

I never thought I would ever say this but I miss my old life, a life where my Mum and my dad were still alive, even though we argued it was still calm. A life without werewolves, vampires or witches not to mention hunters and of course moon goddess powers. Everything was so simple before.

Then again I won't trade this life for anything else, Mum and Dad are not here and I miss them so much. I have my mate Baby, Roland, and children and my dear brother Zenab in my life so there is a lot I'm thankful for.

Things may be hard and complex in this life while trouble keeps knocking on every door and at every corner.