[She's tried. She really has tried. But no matter what Ukyo does, she just cannot get comfortable, much less sleep. She tosses. She turns. Pillows are fluffed. Lights are dimmed. She moves to the other end of the bed, but still no joy. She is miserable, bruised and wide awake. Darn.

It's the middle of the night when she finally gives up and reaches ( Read more... )