Larry S
··Color Commentator for the Hyperbole.5:55 am.. A cold nose to my cheek, a face wash and a bounce, wakes me. I stumble down to the kitchen herded by Nala. The kitchen doors complain with a metallic shriek as I crack the airlock. Nala races to the breach, gets hit by a wall of arctic air. “Nevermind” she signals. “Oh no you don’t!” Say I as she is launched by the collar into the frigid dawn.





















