Another Monday Morning

The warmth from the zebra keeps you warm as you wait in the relative silence. Its heavy breaths slowly calm into a relaxed rhythms. It seems to be waiting for something. Your eyes adjust as you look around the room.

The cavern above you goes on forever in darkness. You now feel a slight cool breeze of to your left. A few feet in from of the Zebra's hooves you see a deep casym that stretches 20 meters accoss. On the other side you see a fait unholy red glow eminating from the darkness.