Yeah, I’m awake again. But at least I got a bit of Sloth Fiction written (see other new post). Nadia, I am thinking of you, darling.
If I could sleep, I think I might dream of trolleys and super heroes and palm trees and airports and looking into a pair of fine eyes, as Mr. Darcy might put it. Since I can’t at present, I’ll share some image of Mr. A himself with y’all.