Outside, I look around for her. As I pass a ginnel, I see something glowing out of the corner of my eye, so I backtrack a few steps to see what it is. Isn't that Shady?
I release a long sigh and climb into the bed, forming a cozy cocoon of the blankets and books. I used to do this all the time as a little kid - I'd draw in crayon and clay, stack all the illustrations round me, as if I was in my very own kingdom. The memory makes a small giggle escape from my mouth. Wrapping the sheets tighter, I continue to blissfully reminisce...