Cal, Tal, and Nia hovered over Typist’s still body.
“Should we wake her?” Calliope whispered.
“Uh… no! Without her we’ve got the place to ourselves… Think of the
havoc… I mean magic we can create.” Thalia tapped the keyboard.
Urania gently shut the laptop’s lid, mindful of Thalia’s fingers.
A word from sleepy Typist:
Fatigue and grumpy digestion are driving today. CURE!
I am grateful for warm weather and the few minutes I sat under the sun’s rays while listening to the bird’s spring cacophony.
What is something you are grateful for?