take the fucking gemstone
[12 Dec 2024|8:44am]
It’s morning again. No one asked for this. I slept yesterday afternoon away. Shawshank booted up the game around lunchtime. I pulled a snuggly, cat-magnet of a blanket up over me, curled up in a ball, and waited. I woke up a few hours later, Chaucer snuggled on my lap. Shawshank was right at the…