She must have dozed off again, when she woke she was sitting in the gym on the bleeches, paralyzed as usual when woke. Her lips felt heavy and as was often the case their had been a sea of horrid creatures that greeted her. Though it was usually but one entity she saw.

Bria had thought that this party would help refresh her depleted creativity a little as far as her writing went though right now she couldn't get by all the wretched creatures that glared at her …

One was approaching and she was powerless to do anything about it.

She was dressed as a witch from the Wizard of Oz, the Wicked Witch of the East and had a green latex mask on, she whimpered a little knowing that some things were real, that not all the time did things go so well for her ...

(A spam bot, figures, seeing how I was expecting a post to this one for another month or so.)