SkunkCutie

    Pierce's eyes snapped open for the umpteenth time that night. In frustration he squeezed his eyes shut, willing sleep to come, even if only for a little while. Unconsciousness refused to come.                            ~Every time we lie awake                             After every hit we take~ Boris leaned back against the trunk of the tree he sat in. Through the leaves he could see the stars, unmuted my moon or amusement park lights. Despite not having slept for awhile sleep did not seem to want to come.    A frown played across his lips as he thought over the day. He had played at the castle and almost was shot. And after th