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Bedtime sneak peek. Because kiddo is home sick and I haven't slept all night

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“Do you want to know what I REALLY wanted to?  When I was growing up?  Something I still think about from time to time?”

“Of course I want to know.”

She once again raises her head to look at him. “I wanted to own a bookstore.”

“You know for some reason,  that makes total sense with you.”

“I kept a journal for the longest time.  Completely dedicated to the dream. I’d write down all my ideas, and even sketch things out.  I had it all planned out. It would have snow-white walls,  but  I’d fill the place with tons of colourful furniture and decor and have neighbourhood kids submit artwork  I’d frame and hang. And I'd have dedicated spaces for people to hang out;  chess tables,  comfy chairs to settle down and read a book in,  a courtyard out back if they wanted fresh air.  I’d even have drinks and treats. Coffee, tea, and juices, muffins and cookies and sandwiches.”

“Sounds like a pretty awesome place.”

“I’d have a separate kids' space; everything in primary colours, a little play area and craft station, a small party room where they could celebrate their birthday.  There’d be fish tanks; a couple for turtles,  even.  And some cages for birds and a few hamsters.  And there’d be a bookstore cat.”

“You had all this planned out?”

She nods enthusiastically.  “I even had the name picked.  Do you want to hear it?”

“You should know by now that you don’t need to ask if I want to hear things.”

“I wanted to call it Turn the Page.”

Smiling, he uses two fingers to loop strands of hair behind her ears. “That’s perfect.  And you sometimes still think about it? Owning a place like that?”

“Sometimes.  We all hold on to some little dream, don’t we?  Something from our childhood that can’t seem to let go of?”

“I mean, it’s not like it’s impossible.  If it’s something you really want to do…”

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She's so tiny

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This fatigue is bullshit. I can sleep on and off all day but can never slept at night. Like wtf gives?

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Chris Hemsworth

Centr

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whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision

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I often think I could be such a good writer if I were better at writing

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New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

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Sending hugs always!

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

Please and thank you!

Sending hugs back! :D

I do talk to myself. Especially when I'm writing lol

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Sneak Peek :)

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“I hadn’t even turned eighteen yet. I was desperate to escape;  I wanted to be as far away from my dad as possible and being in the army made the most sense.  But I was young and dumb; I never stopped to think that ‘seeing the world’ really meant going into war-torn places;  displacing people even more,  killing them, even.”

“That’s not ALL you did.  You helped more people than you hurt.  That’s something I’m sure of.” 

“Isn’t helping what hurts them most of the time?”

“It’s easy to see it that way, I guess.  Sometimes the road to helping others isn’t a pretty one.  And war is ugly; you and I have seen that firsthand.  But isn’t it sometimes beautiful, too? When the means lead to an incredible end?  When you see just how much you’ve helped someone? How better their life becomes simply because you showed up in it?”

“I don’t know how you do it.  See things…people…the way you do.”

“I learned a long time ago that if I didn’t find the good in everything and everyone, I wasn’t going to survive.  Not mentally, anyway.  I was there too; in the Middle East.  And we may not have had the same job and the same responsibilities, but I saw just how awful things were.  I heard the horror stories.”

“You of all people didn’t deserve to be there. Going through all that.”

“But I chose it.   The poor people that lived there didn’t.  And you know what? it’s so much easier to remember the bad stuff.  One horrible thing can wipe out a hundred good things.”

“Every so often, that psychology degree of yours comes out to play.”

“It’s less what I learned in school and more I learned OUT of it.  Not to mention PTSD is a monster.  Sometimes it makes it pretty hard to see the good in anything.”

“Is there you start psychoanalyzing me?  Do you charge by the hour or…?”

“It’s just the truth, unfortunately.   And you DO have PTSD.”

“I’m not the only one in this room…this bed…that does.”

“Maybe…”  She trails a nail along the length of his jaw, then over the scar that mars the bottom of his chin.  “...but you’re the only one officially diagnosed, so…”

  “What about you?” A hand moves through her hair;  dark, silky tresses slipping easily through his fingers, his palm coming to rest in the middle of her back.

“What about me?”

“What were you like? When you were a little girl? Not that you ever grew… physically…past twelve.”  He grins and presses a kiss to her forehead when she laughs. “What did a young Esme dream about? What did she want to be?”

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As Rose on The Golden Girls would say, some of his "klinginspritzer' is on display ;)