nanowrimo days 1-5Slits in the blinds cast fifteen years of memorabilia into silver and blue stripes, while on the nightstand, the hands of a clock hovered between two and three in the morning. In the midst of that undulating sea of strewn clothing, paper, and Adam Weaver's acoustic guitar lay a girl and her dog, blanketed by sleep. Their breathing was steady.nanowrimo days 1-51 year ago in Scraps
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But their two pairs of lungs did not account for the breath creeping along the floor, slithering in and amongst the scattering of Taylor's belongings like a sea serpent. Come morning five year-old Caleb down the hall would swear his little heart out that monsters resided in his closet, but that was a tired song and dance in the Chu household. Taylor and Jaron had each cried wolf before him, so his panic would be brushed off.
The rhythmic haah, haah, haaah, was not enough to rouse the sleeping girl, however, and she remained treading in the black swirl of a deep slumber. It wasn't until the speckled mutt at her bedside raised his head and let out a