A Year With Aslan

A Year With Aslan

It’s 7:05 am, and my obnoxious alarm cuts into my deepest sleep of the night. I roll over to turn it off, wishing for the hundredth time that I did not have 8:00am classes four mornings a week. As I will my bleary eyes open, my mind begins racing over my packed to-do list for…

The End.

The End.