second new york minute;
[Private]
[Lily hasn't been sleeping well for a while. It's not that she's sick or overly stressed (given the situation), just that it's hard to readjust to sleeping alone when you've had someone next to you for over ten years.
This isn't the first time she's done this, just the first time she's tried recording it in the journal:]
Some grapes, a cinnamon-raisin bagel, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a little oven-roasted chicken, and two scoops of ice cream.
I decided to go through the whole day, so it's not lunch time anymore, but.... I love you, Marshmallow.
I miss you.
[silence, and the journal shuts.]
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[fifteen minutes or so later, the journal opens again, and there's a restless tap tap tapping. Yeah, still can't sleep.
so she dictates:]
You know, I was going to ask if it's crazy like this all the time here, but I think I'm just gonna skip it. It's kind of a dumb question by now anyway.
Anybody want some pancakes? I feel like having a midnight snack.