Whitefish River I could offer you a warm embrace

Unlike her brother Mohe, Malila's sleep schedule was different. Just like the blossoming flowers of spring and summer, whose petals opened at first light and furled shut at dusk, she too, followed suit. She had no concept of such time. Only the drifting in and out of slumber and the warmth of her mother and brother beside her. Occasionally there was someone else too, who she would eventually know as Dad, but he wasn't here right now.

As much as she enjoyed cuddling close to her darker sibling, his boisterous nature proved disturbing. Like now, for instance. The little blonde bean had been curled up against Speedy's breast contently in a neat little ball, sleeping soundly like the perfect little angel she appeared to be. And then he was moving, writhing, nudging against her! Again! Her delicate face scrunched. Damn it, couldn't a girl get her beauty sleep?! Jostled awake, Malila let out shriek, demanding silence. Sheesh, where was the snooze button when you needed one?