 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Slowly she felt herself rising until she opened her eyes to find herself stod on the photograph of her parents. Overjoyed, she stumbled over her own feet as she tried to get off and picked ti up with her bare hands. Unused to the new feeling ability to hold things, the photograph fell from her grip onto the floor and she tripped up on her feet as she tried to walk. On her back, fatigued, she decided it was far more comfortable on the floor. Her eyes felt heavy, she wanted to sleep so desparately but inside she wanted to run, jump, dance, sing, hug someone, just do anything remotely human. |