I choose you my beauty •captioned• Switching to the other side of the cushion soft bed, Ziana flickered open her eyes as the silent wind whistled past her ear, the helix of the same, itched. A temporary convulsion sped through her spine hearing a sudden trail of nipping at the window pane. Last sharp prick and it flew open wide. There on the threshold stood a mighty white owl. It looked so steady yet too hefty to touch. It flapped into the dingy room and perched over the headboard of the bed. Ziana being aghast crawled back alm
