Cloud Watching
By Eve Morton
Savannah Price’s stomach rumbled. She turned over in bed and glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand—10:30 A.M. Yellow light pooled into the room from her half-open blinds. The sounds of chatter and the daily hum of life at Jungle World filtered over her panicked breathing.
Shit, s**t, s**t. She’d overslept.
Savannah rushed the rest of the wake-up process by sitting up in bed and rubbing her skin until it turned pink. Get the blood flowing and the world glowing, her father always told her before he took her outside for morning calisthenics. Jumping jacks before flapjacks. Better than a cup of coffee for a morning jolt!
She tossed off the covers and did just that, her years of training with her father a muscle memory. The only thing that interrupted
