Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.
Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.
God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.
Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.
It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.
if somebody at least listens it not too bad