wake up... wake up!
blinking bluesalt crystals dancing in front of my eyes.
"mawey, wake up."
i do not want to hear me'wals voice. i do not want to recognize the smell of burned meat. i do not want to open my eyes to the dull darkness of morning. i do not want to - - -
"MAWEY! get the frag up!"
she looks worried now. i know i had too much of the wine last night but it was my birthday. why do birthday parties have to end?
why does everything have to evolve, grow, develop, change, go on, decay, renew every day and night?
"put on your clothes. we have to go hunting."
oh well. big sister is bossing me around again.