Itinerantdaughter's Blog

I’ve been staying up later and later into the night to read, into the wee-er, smaller hours, and since I’m down visiting my boyfriend in the nation’s capital and he needs to sleep so he can act like a normal person in the morning, I’m forced to use a little flashlight to get my fix, and the whole reading thing is supposed to help me sleep but it makes me feel so deliciously naughty, like a fairy tale little-me reading Roald Dahl fully aware I should be snoozing by then, but I can’t possibly shut the book now…

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