I need the space for my feet, I need to feel safe while I sleep
I slept horrifically last night, but in the couple of hours I was asleep I managed to dream both of some fictional dead artists and of Michael Redgrave in a silent movie he never made. When I relayed the latter information to
selkie, however, I managed to leave a letter out of movie such that she wondered if it was a typo for hive and now I kind of want to do something with that, although at the moment that feels a bit like planning to go personally to the moon. I am not sleeping enough for any of the things I want to write.

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You got the ghost road trip. We probably broke even.
*hugs*
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Thank you. I am home from chorus rehearsal and likely to vegetate.
At least you got to dream of Michael Redgrave!
Incredibly young Michael Redgrave, like I've only seen him from photographs! With a terrible small moustache. I think it was his character's, but even my subconscious appears firmly agreed that Michael Redgrave was not a person who a moustache looked good on.