August, 2014
Sniff, sniff. Sni-i-i-i-i-ff. What the...
Glowing red numbers came into (blurring) focus through the dark and a hand reached out for the glasses laying near her alarm clock. Once perched on the groggy Liberian's nose, she sat up. 3:45am. The smell was less now. She must've been having that dream again. It was the same every time. Smoke and fire, and her grandmother screaming biblical insults. It had been a normal occurrence during her childhood.
Rhia sighed and threw herself back against her pillows to stare up at the ceiling. She might've joked about it, but she wasn't over it.