Just another normal day, or so I thought, as I stretched and yawned, my gaze drawn out the open window to the cherry tree's fresh, spring blossoms outside. I have always loved that tree. It reminded me of the gorgeous sakura in Japan, a country that held a sort of fascination for me. I groggily forced myself from my intoxicatingly warm nest of blankets and stumbled my way over to the closet. I picked out a lacy grey camie and cute Capri jeans before grabbing a bra and (hopefully) matching panties. My eyes were not completely open at this point so I couldn't really tell. I heaped my clothes onto the bathroom tile and turned on the shower. I stripped, flinging my pajamas away randomly and prayed that none landed in the toilet as I stepped under the cleansing spray. Twenty minutes later I emerged from the bathroom accompanied by a cloud of steam with a sparkle in my blue eyes and a slight spring in my step. Some people need caffeine in the morning. I just need a nice hot shower.

I bounced down the steps with my usual lack of grace and padded barefoot to the pantry to grab a can of cat food. I opened it, shutting the pantry with one foot and tossed the lid into the garbage on my way to the back door. Stepping outside I set the can down for my cat and inhaled the spring air. A shiver ran down my spine from the slight, though refreshing, morning chill.

Yes, just another normal spring day.

I spun around on my heel and went back to the kitchen for breakfast, the screen door slamming shut behind me. I opened the fridge and peered into its black depths, I had given up on fixing the light bulb. No matter how many I put in they always flickered and died after about ten seconds. I shoved a bag of old celery off to the side as I hunted for the ingredients to make a berry smoothie. After pulling out about five containers of butter that I didn't know I had, I finally found the yogurt. I set it on the counter along with a frozen bag of mixed berries, then bent down to rifle around in one of the floor cabinets for the blender. I huffed in frustration as the blender in question as well as several mixing bowls fell out with a clatter. I shoved the bowls back in and gathered the blender and its components with no small amount of triumph. I straightened and kicked the cabinet closed with my heel.

I turned around intent on finally preparing my breakfast only to come face to face with a group of medieval, yet elegantly dressed men. I gasped in shock, and made a strange garbled sound in the back of my throat, eyes wide. As one, the group whipped around and pulled out a weapon of some sort. Two of them had daggers, and the other two drew swords with the hollow metallic sound of metal on metal. And I, I clutched my blender to my chest in a white knuckled vice grip, a fearfully pitiful attempt at a protective shield. I stood there mute, with impossibly round, saucer like eyes. They too, simply stood there, their own eyes narrowed in suspicion looking me up in down. I have never before been so consciously aware of the wet hair that clung to my shoulders and chest, or the slow gradual slide of my bra strap down my shoulder.

Yup a completely normal day, with completely normal probably rapist men and their sharp, pointy weapons.