Or rather, three AM peeings.
And poopings.
Strangely, it’s hard to go back to sleep after you’re woken up by a hundred and twenty pound dog who is barking, only to find out she’s just gotta hit the head.
So, you go out, enjoy the cold summer night, listen to distant sirens and other odd noises, and then go back to bed.
Wide.
Freaking.
Awake.
Thanks, Mazy. You’re still a sweet baby girl.
But maybe don’t do that again.
Target: 800 words
Written: 246 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home, The Night Vale Guys
Comics: The Magdalena 1-3, The Magdalena/Angelus 0.5
Music: The Rolling Stones, Unplugged