Looks Like I'd Spoken Too Soon.

Being morsel-free for the past 29 hours is not a record I'd set out to achieve.

Rather, Mich ,with the insatiable appetite, has nary an inclination to mince and chew.

A shoulder.

A -HuG-.

A magician to tell me that this is all a bad dream and I'll wake up real soon.

The facade that has been crafted by Mich is but in tatters.

And when the morn is nigh,

Dear God, don't pass Me by.