Short Story: Vanderbilt – Excerpt

I woke up the next morning to a progressively irritating yet strangely soothing melody of raindrops pattering against the bedroom windows. There was an erie dullness about the cumulonimbus-filled sky as I hoisted my still-limp body from under the covers. I Stumbled into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Well, I say prepare. Microwaved cheese on…