I definitely need coffee today. Was supposed to be peacefully sleeping. Instead the skull from a dream back in August made an appearance. With eyes. We chatted, it told me its name.
“You realize when I write about you, I’m going to refer to you as ‘Horatio’.”
“Does that mean I can call you ‘Ophelia’?”
Great. I’m haunted by a glammed up skull with a snarky spirit attached.
Coffee. Now.