Sunday morning I woke up feeling half-starved and irritated. My entire body was achy and my senses were overly sensitive to everything. “Good morning Princess,” Isla said cheerfully. “Morning,” I groaned as I tried to move the covers back. My blankets felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. “Not a morning person, Princess?” Isla asked with a chuckle. I grunted in response. “We can fix that,” she said all perky. “Do it, and I will trade you in for another dragon” I threatened throwing her a mental glare. “Fine,” she said lifting her arms in surrender.
I walked out to my balcony trying to cool off and was mesmerized. The greens, browns, and blues of nature were more vibrant as they danced in the morning sunlight. “They look like gemstones,” I said as I looked over the territory. Stepping
