Alohavera

she awoke early and sent him out for bread and milk and the morning glory of larks just opening their eyes on the evening star's retreat. the bed would stay unmade she said let the cat forage for sunshine under the pillows and curl up on the windowsill marking time with its tail till noon. we'll sip earl grey tea and discover just how sweetly day breaks over easy.

Paranoia is not a demon that afflicts my kind; and my own arrogance, not to mention my own personal history, precludes me from thinking I am anything short of completely impervious to harm. Mortals are virtually no risk to my safety (although my sanity is another issue completely), and my own kind, while offering more than my fair share of challenges and battles, invariably are either defeated or slink off into the netherworld with their  tails between their well dressed legs, leaving me and the city of Savannah in relative peace and quiet. So when I say I have experienced some disturbing incidents lately, it is neither exaggeration or my ov