Coffee… Such ambrosia…
I didn’t go far last night. Had to reassure Head In Chest and Sir Nathaniel. Sir Nathaniel actually dropped his top hat in surprise when he saw my discombobulated date. So I spent half the night in nightmare mode, holding HIC’s hand. No matter what state I’m in, I still know friend from foe. He needed to see that. Sir Nathaniel said there is a difference between me last night and the night before. But he wouldn’t elaborate. That’s okay, I think I know.
The rest of the house is still quiet. Except for the attic, where murmurs can be heard. Murmur on, bitches. I know my limit now, and they are within reach.
The rest of the night was spent cleaning up the lair. Nothing was broken, but I did leave a smudge on the ceiling after all. Snake glared at me as I fixed things but said nothing until after I was done.
“And now?” He crossed his arms lazily but the rest of his body was in a posture prepared for more shittery from me.
“Now I get some rest.”
“That’s all you have to say for yourself?”
“Um… Be glad I don’t do drugs?”
“Ha! Your brain makes its own cocktail of fuckery.”
I wanted to snap some bullshit answer back at him, but I opted for sincere honesty instead. “Thank you. For keeping my ass intact.”
“Harrumph! Why I should… where are you going?”
“To bed. Lecture more if you like, I’m sure the cavern will enjoy the sound, but I have a long day tomorrow, and have dealt with too much shit today.”
I curled up on the pallet, only to feel fifty feet of comfort gently wrap around me soon after.