*yawn*
The second night in a row of vampire encounters is tiring. I'm actually almost sleepy. I'm having a hard time picking up my feet as I walk from the gate portal to home. I stop and have a rest on the front steps.
I think I still have grains of uncooked sticky rice in my hair. Possibly down my shirt, too.
I sit on the front steps and look up at the stars. Not really focusing on them, just trying to put the night behind me. Five hundred year old rotten breath in your face is something I actually don't want to remember. Maybe moreso because the breath was trying to take everything away from me.
The sky is lightening up on the horizon when I finally have enough energy to make my way inside.
Hopefully Alison is easy to find.
I won, but I really need a hug.
I think I still have grains of uncooked sticky rice in my hair. Possibly down my shirt, too.
I sit on the front steps and look up at the stars. Not really focusing on them, just trying to put the night behind me. Five hundred year old rotten breath in your face is something I actually don't want to remember. Maybe moreso because the breath was trying to take everything away from me.
The sky is lightening up on the horizon when I finally have enough energy to make my way inside.
Hopefully Alison is easy to find.
I won, but I really need a hug.