He wakes with a veil of fading orange sunset falling over his face. Slowly, he raises a hand, twisting it through the shards of light. There are no callouses. No dry cracks of peeling skin. It is... [+]
There are three things you must know about Lee: she likes potatoes, she likes memes, and on occasion she will open up a Word Document only to stare at it blankly for approximately three to four hours. Perhaps she will write. Perhaps not. Who knows? Not even Lee herself.