It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith

The girl would toss and turn again restlessly from a sleepless night. Her thoughts were at fault for her lack of sleep, tonight the insomnia controlling her. The russet colored woman would roll herself onto her back, exposing her underbelly to the starry night. "It's all my fault that my parents are dead.. Hell, I'd rather them be alive much more than I," She would say with a growl, rolling herself around onto her feet. It was always her fault. All her fault. The woman would pull herself up from the ground and sashay herself towards the landmark of the S.S. Antiox. Her hips would sway with the movement, legs leading her to the sunken ship. There, she would seat herself, small wolf against the huge ship, it fit the scenery for this sleepless night.