Sixty:
Princess Sirena
“Sirena,” I heard Antero’s voice whispering to me, “Sirena, wake up.” I felt his finger jabbing me roughly awake. I winced.
“Ouch!” I yelped awake. “What was that for?”
“Sorry,” Antero said sheepishly, “you were completely out of it. But we’re here.”
“Where’s here?” I asked, peering through the window trying to see our location.
“The Argenti headquarters,” he answered.
“Which is?”
He smiled. “You’ll see. Come on.”
He opened the door for me and helped me out. As he did, I was aware that I was still only in my flimsy, pink pajamas. Off in the distance, the sky was orange and pink as the sun was coming up. There were birds chirping not far off. “Morning,” I said, “how long did we travel for?”
“A while,” he admitted, “we had to pick a place that no on
