We played games with our nights and slept through our strongest moments. We aligned ourselves with herds and allowed our transportation across counties.

I am a lady-in-waiting, waiting. And you, the Father Abraham of out time, have left me without a forwarding address or manual on how to raise your children. 

It whizzes violently in my hand, supercharged and rearing to go. Funny word rearing, always sounds just a touch on this side of lewd.