Last night, once I finally fell asleep, I had a dream.
I had a dream of some prom, some party like the ones I never got to go to when I was younger. It was dark but for the lights that lit up a floor, stereotypically square and glittering with tiny colorless specks of light and sound.
Somebody just added this story to a shelf named 'Dead'! This is very much not the case. Work has just slowed down due to, well, work. I've got a full-time job now, and unlike the last place, I have next to no free time to work on anything. That said, I still get lunch breaks and a couple of days off a week, so I am still writing! Just not at the same volume. Apologies for the lack of horse words,
I know this feeling far too well.