Stop saying you love me! It’s a sure-fire way to lose my respect! I hate myself.

Thank you. I suck, yes, I suck. But, I rule.

From July 25th-

Starring in some undisclosed play and having a reasonable time before I needed to be on stage, I followed the spritely actress between the hanging laundry that formed the layered walls of the stage back to the cramped passage that led into the bottom of the tower.

It was starlight then, when it hadn’t been before and as she disappeared around a corner in the red candle light of the stone passage, I heard noise behind me. My feet hovering just above the ground, I noiselessly slid around the corner to see another cherubic actress chasing after the first.

She must have seen me and pursued, because she eventually caught me, taking my arm and placing her cheek against my shoulder as we walked. We were not paramours, but she treated me with an affection I craved in the dream.

When I awoke, that arm was asleep.