Kiana's breeding

The room had the scent of freshness about it, a nice change from the heavier, musty smell of her old apartment. Kiana held a cardboard box with all her more intimate belongings – the kinds of things she wouldn't want the movers to find if they 'accidently' took a peek inside the box labeled "PERSONAL" with large black marker.

"That'd give them too much of a thrill," Kiana smiled to herself as she surveyed her new surroundings. She found the apartment a few days before, and immediately she knew she had to have it. The hardwood main floor opened up into a spacious living room from which connected a small white kitchen complete with dividing counter-space. A bathroom with shower and bathtub were opposite, and nearby led into her new bedroom – white walls and spacious floor waiting to be filled. Kiana stepped into the empty bedroom, the "PERSONAL" box cradled in her arms.

The movers weren't due to arrive for another hour, and in the meantime Kiana had little else to do. She had taken the