Vigil v 10

Fuck.

Welp 2-230 is a usual insomnia pattern. My father is almost surely awake unless heavily drugged - this is HIS window, which is why I have it. He would also eat himself back to sleep, cookies and milk. But I am out of cookies. 

After everything that went down today, dominoes finally teetering toward Alive and nobody died, including not us, all I would like right now is what turns out to be the dangerous destabilizing deviant territory: I'd like to curl up near Huck  😴

"twofer"