He groaned and rolled onto his side, grabbing a pillow and desperately trying to drown out the din of his alarm clock. He hated that sound - only describable as someone ratcheting the tail of a cat. Grudgingly he hauled his blond-haired, pale-skinned bony a** out of bed.
(To be continued - After I do a bunch of real work...)
Dragon Boots · Sun Oct 11, 2009 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |