Me: I'm just write before my imagination runs dry.
(Shadow's mansion, next day, 9:52 A.M.)
The sun, the red bright ball in the sky, was just rising above a hill, seeping out it's rays onto the cherry blossom tree. Falling pink petals swirled in the light breeze, onto the soft muzzle of a blue hedgehog, alseep in his lover's arms. Light was coming into the room, the window wide open, letting in more of their pink visitors, as they filled the bed and floor of the room, circling around the two, love still in the air from the night before.
Last night, the two retired to bed early, exaghsted from...