The Woman Who Gives Me Courage
It's three o'clock in the fucking morning, and I'm lying in bed listening to Dawna breathe, wondering how I got so lucky. Yesterday, she spent the entire day beside me at a book festival, supporting my dream of becoming an author, encouraging me to step outside my comfort zone, and reminding me what it feels like to be genuinely loved. Sometimes the most extraordinary thing in your life is the person sleeping right beside you.
Played Like a Fucking Fiddle
After twelve-hour workdays, all I want is to spend time with Dawna. Unfortunately, she's trying to squeeze two households into one, and apparently my constant presence isn't particularly conducive to concentration. So she came up with a brilliant solution: send my annoying ass on errands. One light bulb, a pack of cigarettes, several hours riding Nyx and Aurora, and an overcooked swordfish dinner later, I discovered on Facebook that my future wife had played me like a fucking fiddle. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.