After a workplace disaster and an extended recovery from such, I'm finally moving across the country to find someplace to settle down. Only, when I swerve to avoid an oncoming truck, I plow into a snowdrift. No biggie- my bumper isn't even scratched. I'm more worried about the unicorn I found on the other side, though.

This is my story. My story of another world.

This is NOT a self-insert, no matter how much I wish I had her abilities.
This is, however, an experiment. The first time I've used a strictly first person point of view, like the character is explaining things to the reader, rather than third person with all the "she"s. Yes, I know, I use first person for Bolos all the time- but this isn't a Bolo. As a matter of fact, this isn't even a Bolo story.

Cancelled 2/8/19 on account of critical plot existence failure.