Labyrinthine

Lyssa didn't dream. Her waking world was colorful enough and chaotic enough, that when she closed her eyes she sought nothing more than sleep. Sleep was where she found calm and peace and escape from the voices that were constantly chattering in her head. Sleep was where it was quiet.

Lyssa didn't dream. Except when she did.

( Live and learn from fools and from sages. )

( Checking it twice. )

( Her best boy was back in the hotel and he hadn't come by to see her once. )

( ... it was simply a matter of timing. )

( Three days in, wardrobe upgraded, and the bar was definitely the place to be )

( It's not like she was waiting by the phone. )

News had spread, and while Geia wasn't too concerned with where the universe had misplaced Hades or Zeus, the rest evaporating into thin air was fairly disconcerting.

( If they were facing the apocalypse of the ages... )

( I could climb you like a tree. I won't, but I could. )