For half a second I consider finding my way across the roof. Surely I can catch the end of bath time. But…then I will almost surely find a way to mess it up and plummet to my death.
Which is…nonpreferred.
I sigh, turning over on my side, hoping for sleep. I stare at the little cakes Margot left me for a moment, wondering if I should…
“Ah, screw it,” I murmur, reaching out and taking a tiny cake, popping it in my mouth. It’s just a bite, and if it helps to send me off to sleep quickly so that my mind doesn’t curl down into a doom spiral of all the things I’m worried about…so much the better.
I exhale, close my eyes, and pray for sleep. It comes quickly, even as I sort through my memories, some of which are more vivid tonight than they’ve been before…
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**Midwinter, 5 and a half ye
