[ she'd woken from her enchanted slumber with a start -- alone but for a pair of dogs (dogs?) crowding her in her bedroom. a crush of memories, brief but potent, still swirl around her thoughts and she feels almost sick when she thinks on what's happened. but there's a relief, too, in waking up here.
eventually, priorities assert themselves. she reaches out. ]
september 1st »
eventually, priorities assert themselves. she reaches out. ]
Where are you?