Lana

The morning sun slipped quietly through the cracks of the old house perched against the mountainside. In the upstairs bedroom, Lana stirred beneath the thin, worn blanket. Her skin, bare except for a single pair of soft cotton panties, still held the warmth of sleep. The house was quiet, so quiet it was as if the world outside didn’t exist at all. Come on, you rusty piece of junk. Just one more damn chapter before you crap out again...