“Yeah, I looked. I even asked if they’d had any guest species come. No. So why the hell did I feel guilty over letting down some damn tiger I had no proof even existed? Hell, even if it did exist, the beast had fucking sprayed me. Hello, not exactly the type of thing to draw one back for a visit! I yanked my soft down comforter back from the pillows on the bed and, wearing the thinner, less warming, white cotton gown I normally wore in summer when sweating to death was a fear, crawled in for a winter night’s slumber. Though the snow had stopped this morning when I’d left for work, flurries had begun on my trip home from the zoo. I hopped out of bed and opened my curtains. My bedroom, which sat on the third floor in my apartment complex, gave me a gorgeous moon setting to showcase the gentle mini flakes that came down. I slid back into the warmth my bed offered and gave in to the pull of sleep. I found myself once again at the zoo. Instead of standing in front of the tiger, I stood in f...ront of the gates.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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