Muse

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING. ALL CREDIT GOES TO CHESS_BOXING ON LIVEJOURNAL. I AM SIMPLY SHARING THE STORY. I WROTE NONE OF THIS

I started awake to the sound of a siren. I've only been woken bởi sirens on a handful occasions, none of them pleasant. This wasn't actually the worst of them; my sleep had been fretful and filled with awful dreams, and I'd repeatedly jerked upright during the night, only to curl back into a freezing, quivering ball beneath the scratchy synthetic bedclothes. After a night of such distress, I quite welcomed the coming of morning. Even if it was six o'clock, and...