I woke up the following morning, warm and comfortable with the blankets pulled up tightly around me. Without opening my eyes, I let out a sigh of relief. It had all been some horrendous nightmare, and when I opened my eyes I was going to be back in my apartment with all my pretty things ( Read more... )

Ubi Panis Ibi Patria
Where there is bread, there is one's fatherlandI repeated Virgil's words to myself as I unpacked my things at the large wooden desk in a classroom that was assigned to be mine ( Read more... )

My head felt heavy the next morning when I woke up. I lay on my satin sheets and watched my ceiling fan turn in lazy circles. As I lay, I went over the events of last night as if reviewing a case file. Trying to figure out what exactly it was that had made Wesley run ( Read more... )

So I'm back ( Read more... )