December 23, 2047; 41 Ruhn, 2799
Morning in a house with small children brings its share of unique hazards. The patter of little feet and giggling in the hallway downstairs only briefly roused Tarioshi; cheers of delight woke her only long enough to turn over and bury her nose under a pillow. Sleeping in was proving to be difficult.
What finally pushed away the heavier fog of sleep was the scream.