- The call comes at 3:20 AM. I know it’s not good. Nothing good comes to you at 3:20 in the morning.
- My head wasn’t pounding, it was on the verge of collapsing on itself
- That was it, no fanfare, no lights, just the welcoming embrace of a warm, soft bed.
[credit:] all 3 courtesy of cam campbell @ NaNoWriMo