Golden Shadows
It smelled of sewage and gasoline as Darwin slowly awoke from her sleep, only to face a window in which no light ever came through. Darwin yawned. She could never understand why she woke up every morning hoping for things to change, she knew it was about time to get up, but oddly enough her usually quite discomfiting and creaky bed seemed to have changed its tune that day, and the broken wood at the bottom seemed to have shifted and moved to an area where it cradled her comfortably.
