Green Ball of Fluff
A deep rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, vivid purple lightning going off like a massive flashbulb. Koyote English rolled onto his back, the blankets rustling. He’d been having trouble sleeping long before the storm rolled in and now…He sighed, gaze cast at the blank ceiling as though it might offer the secrets to a restful night. No such luck. And judging by the soft snoring at his side, he was the only one to lose his ticket to Dreamland.
Koyote swung his legs over the side of the bed with practiced stealth, still checking back over his shoulder to be sure his fiancé was sound asleep. The corner of his mouth quirked up. World War 3 could be going on and the man probably still wouldn’t wake up. To some degree Koyote envied him. A gust of wind sent rain lashing
