Alanna sat on her bed, a pile of books sorrounding her and Faithful happily playing with a ball of string on the floor. The door was proped open ( Read more... )

It was Saturday morning and Alanna was sleeping in. She had woken up early to work out, really, but it was just so cold, and her blankets were so warm. So she slept and dreamed of the desert and the nice sun and being out in the desert in the nice and sun. And then there was a something cold on her face. Cold bad. She tried to clean her face ( Read more... )