Increasing from the depths of swirling darkness, specks of light twinkled more vigorously than Azalea could imagine.
Out from her mouth came a fear, chirps of misunderstanding. The light came faster than she could imagine, twirling towards her in an overexposed, dangerously dizzy fashion. It was more than the stars within the sky, burning flashes of colors attacked her, hissing threats.
Awkwardly wiggling around, Azalea knew she was under attack. So bright, it brought tears to her pale eyes, only for them to cradle below and soak further underneath her eye socket.
What pushed her to open her eyes? A reflex. What triggered her to close them in defeat? An understanding of such a reflex.
The dark tiny pup had opened her eyes while sitting in sliver of light that rained into the den. Poor Azalea. Turning around, the darkness of browns and blacks cooed to her, she crawled to the loving, supportive warmth. How badly she wanted to snuggle up into the furs of the big warmth.
However, as she pivoted, she came across the other lumps. They were all assortments of dazzling lights. Some were darker, some lighter, some much much larger.
Azalea wanted big warmth. Crying rather loudly, she stumbled to pile into the supportive bundle.
Nov 12, 2017 01:23 PM
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