@… fans of Ray Bradbury might like this.
I remember dreaming, as the characters lived, inspired by writing. Flying, but not as a human, and the distinction didn't matter. Fire in my bones. Delicious fire.
Grand-dog has gone home after an 8 day sojourn and I have a 24 hour window until the wee one arrives tomorrow.
Side note: The house is deliciously quiet, no one followed me to the toilet, and I ate chocolate without feeling guilty.