blood_red_greatest_of_these once again There was a hand on her shoulder and she shuddered awake, pushing aside the fog of dreams. She shoved her firey hair from her eyes with a hand still numb from the weight of her head. She smiled at the shape by her shoulder with eyes still blind from sleep and sat up. And she felt it begin. The great acknoweledgement of consciousness, that signaled she was awake, began to roll over her. She was a girl who wanted nothing more in the world than to find her own happily ever after. She was in the city, in a room, in an poorly made bed. And then everything she had gone to bed to escape. And him. Why did he always arrive with such punctuality? Why should he be her first rational thought of the day? What right did he have. She thought for a moment, wondering desperately if she was miserable or happy. She stared at her reflection, bright blue eyes offset by bright red hair, and stood up. The words hanging above her mirror rioted in her mind. "Dum Spiro, Spero." "With Life, Hope." And she thought that maybe God realy did give her problems to keep her from getting bored. But maybe he had gotten it wrong just once... "And these three things remain: faith, hope, and love..." And the greatest of these is hope. 041106 ... crOwl w i t h l i f e h o p e 050918 what's it to you? who go blather from