Anyone catch the storms this morning? Ugh, they were amazing!
Look, eating with metal utensils is the literal worst thing you can do.
The knight’s body fell to the stone floor with a rattle of armor. Useless. The prince stood there, breathing heavily after the long fight. He was wounded. He was victorious. He was alone with the priest.
There was no light anywhere, completely black. When I held out my hands in front of me, I could not see them, so, after a little bit, I started suspecting they were not even there. Meanwhile, the room stretched out and out. Too big to be called a room anymore. I was in a black world. Maybe a black universe.
I got up in the dark to see who it was. I sneaked up to the door of the spare bedroom. The pacing was there.
I heard plates crashing in the kitchen. My wife was throwing them against the wall in anger. I would have to go into town to buy new ones in the morning. But not now.