“I didn't feel strong. I felt like a big ball of wuss that wanted to curl up in my bed and never get out.”

“As sweet as it feels, I can't lie here forever curled up in a big ball of fuck-the-world.”

“Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.”

“I never know what I’m going to want to curl up in bed with.” I shrug.“How about a man?” she retorts.”

“Just my luck,' sighed the endolg. 'Twenty million people in the Realm and I get locked up with a wuss.”

“I curled into a ball underneath my thick comforter, and inhaled through my nose; Travis’ scent still lingered on my skin.The bed felt cold and foreign, a sharp contrast to the warmth of Travis’ mattress. I had spent thirty days in a cramped apartment with Eastern’s most infamous tramp, and after all the bickering and late-night houseguests, it was the only place I wanted to be.”