Literature
Wake Up Fakir
Fakir snored into his soft, feather filled pillow, wishing that he could never wake up. Everything felt utterly perfect. His warm bed. The dark room. And the dream. Ah yes, the dream. The dream of a young girl with red hair and sapphire eyes who danced. And she danced beautifully! Then a handsome, young knight came to her, pulling her into a romantic pas de duex. The knight lifted her in the air, her arms held high over her head. He set her down and twirled her once before leaning in to kiss her-
"Fakir!!!" Ahiru exclaimed as she pranced through his door, twirling in her