The pale, lovely woman called to him. Her lips moved but he could not hear what she was saying. They stood apart in a rainbow of flowers. Daisies, violets, roses of all colors. She beckoned him and he went to move, but his legs felt like stone. He struggled and grunted, but he did not move. The woman was getting further and further away. "No, don't leave me! “ Donovan heard barking and yowling. It grew and grew until it drowned out his screams of protest. Three emaciated, rabid hounds attack him. They hit his flesh off in thick chunks and swallowed him whole. The pale beauty smiled with pointed teeth. Donovan woke with a start and hit his head on the bottom side of the bunk bed. He bit his lip and squeaked, trying not to wake his wrathful father who slumbered just in the other room. His older sister above him stirred and mumbled something about geese. Donovan hit himself hard in the thigh to try and divert the pain. He pulled off his single thin blanket and stood barefoot on the cold, packed dirt floor. He walked to the window in their miniscule room. The moon was ambitious tonight, eating up a large portion of the sky. Donovan yawned and rubbed his short blond mop of hair. His shiny green eyes darted around the room. Since when did shadows creep me out so damn much... Donovan creeped to the rickety wooden door and painstakingly opened it as slowly as he could bear, cringing all the while. It creaked for a moment. He halted and held his breath, then snuck through. The main room was not much bigger than theirs. There was the rectangular table with four chairs, the pantry, the fireplace off to the left, and his father's rocking chair. Donovan tiptoed to the front door, keeping his eyes on his parents bedroom door as he heard his father's snoring. He slowly unlatched the lock and pulled on it. Creeeeeeaaaaaak "Goddammit, shut up! “ He hissed in the darkness. Utter silence. Had his father stopped snoring, or had he ever been? Donovan slipped through once more. The moon was positively massive, and it almost completely illuminated the snaking streets of town. Donovan breathed deep, the night air was cold but soft. Inside, he heard his mother of father speaking. He sighed and walked away.