“Agi,
Agi, the sun is beating us human blue black and you are here snoring” polished manicured nails pinched the lump-like form on the bed. “Eh-eh”
was the reply from Agnes who went back to sleep like an addict on a high,
though she had a smile on her face.
“Wait
here, lemme come back and catch you sleeping” Madame Clara
hissed and left in a fury. She couldn’t do anything to Agnes. She was Oga’s newest collection and she acted
like a priced porcelain doll that would break at the slightest manhandling.
On
hearing the click, Agnes woke up and stretched, her arms reached the headboard.
She looked lanky for a girl her age and she took to her form as a bear would a
forest.
