PROLOGUE

Tomorrow is a day you don’t know about. It’s in hiding, waiting for the sun to go down so as to show itself. It might contain pain, sorrow or happiness.

I sighed. Tomorrow how you always give me goosebumps, knowing you will come so fast and not knowing what you bring along. I don’t even know about the storm and trouble you have crossed. I just wait for your gentle touch…

This story is free to read. It is an entry into “Tomorrow” short story contest.