The bell chimes. Deep. Loud. It stomps my dreams and rudely pries my eyelids open. Derelt crawls on my back and bounces up and down, chittering in my ears. His knees start protruding down into my chest; he has sharp bony knees...
Brown, L. Conley
Sketch: Vol. 41
, Article 4.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol41/iss1/4