Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

Safiya was oblivious to the feelings of this other woman. She was in too much pain and her own head to realize much at the moment. Had she known the other uncomfortable. She would have ceased her chatter. 

Far away. Somewhere, warm. Their fur is not as coarse or long.

Safiya shook her head. I do not think so. They have to live near. They arrived to soon and too quick to be far.