FicWad

Through the window of a third floor classroom, the sun is bright and warm and I find myself drifting in the cozy lull of hazy day dreams that aren't quite full but are full of the drone of the Instructor. It is pleasant on days like this, and I wish I were somewhere else, like Deling City or the firing range or just lying on a bench in the commons soaking up the sun and watching the clouds float across the blue sky. It would be very pleasant to laze about. But news has come, and I've been called up. And even for lazy spring mornings, there's no saying 'No' to an order from Martine.