“Oh, am I dreaming?” Padraic may have been musing to himself, but Raff wasn’t about to pass up the chance to learn what he now had to know. He would be asylum bound by morn, if matters progressed apace.
“Would you be dreaming about me?” Well, really. Raff was only human.
“Now, what am I going to do with you…?” The rogue mused, lifting a forefinger to his lips in a parody of deep thought, as he drew to a halt before Padraic. The threat inherent in that phrase thrilled down the Duke’s spine, which was oh, so wrong; he should be plotting his escape or…or weaving the perfect words to ensure his prompt release. Yes, that was it.
Life was now an endless loop of nothingness and numbers in a relentless onslaught of darkness. Its soundtrack issued instructions or imparted information in benumbing monotones, even the bloody clock. It was uncannily akin to being addressed by a Dalek; Leo couldn’t help but hope that it might, one day, declare that it was time to exterminate him.
🎸 The press would soon weary of their story, surely? There must have been one helluva dearth of news the day their story broke. With a bit of luck, the moment something more salacious happened along, they’d scuttle off after it like ferrets up a trouser leg. 🎸
Treadmill Goals/Tracking Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day Distance 1-2 miles per day Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (exception…at the end of the week …