up the garden, “Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices squeez’d from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.” - Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market “Wake up.” I made an unintelligible sound, still groggy from lack of sleep, and buried myself beneath my blankets. It was nice and warm under there until someone decided to stick their fat head under one side of it and let the cold air in. “Alex.” I opened one eye and glared. “What, do you want?” I saw his lips quirk up on one side. “It’s time to go.” I closed my eye again and settled deeper into the pillows. “What time is it?” “6:00.” I jerked up in the bed in a panic. “At night?” My mind whirled and I was trying to figure out how to hyperventilate when Sam chuckled and settled on the edge of my bed. “In the morning.”
