<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/402/402340.jpg)</div>Sophia’s body warmth shifted away from Lesniya as she complained in her dream. It prompted the red-head to tug the moth-ridden blanket up higher on her shoulder, pulling it so it was almost over her head. The same movement she’d done thousands of times at their home when the two passed out in the same bed together after a night of revelry. Only then, pulling the material up didn’t expose her feet and shins.<br/><br/>Les shivered slightly, shifted in her sleep to try and find a more comfortable position among the hay and continued snoring.<br/><br/>The blankets were pulled tighter around her body, and the gentle sound of rattling inhalation and then exhalation of breath was hardly muffled by the blanket now.<br/>Unlike Sophia’s ear-piercing screams.<br/><br/>So wrapped up in the blankets was Lesniya that her immediate reaction of jack-knifing forward to sit up wasn’t going to work as she gasped awake when the dark-haired woman started crying out and cursing. So she rolled. And started screaming right along with her companion. She didn’t even look to see what Sophia was screaming at. She could hear cussing now, feel the air movement as Sophia attacked something, but her hair, the blanket, the hay, all of it kept her vision blurred.<br/><br/>Three and a half body rolls later as she finally escaped her cloth combines, the floor dropped out from Lesniya.<br/><br/>Where there had been floor boards, suddenly there was none and Les fell about two feet into what was once a cannery cellar but had now simply become a cool, dark place for rotting dust and thankfully more old hay. She landed with a cry, but after a few heartbeats of stunned silence, she was finally able to sit up and sweep her curls from her face, calling out her companion’s name. “Soph!!” Lesniya tried to scramble to her knees to see what was happening as her friend cried for help. “Sophia!!”<br/>