#relatable dreams

[wizardmu-blog]

At one point, I opened my eyes to see a dim figure moving about the room, and filled my hand with my knife before I was fully awake. But it was only Fowler, who gently pushed the blade aside and whispered something about locks and loaves. I tried to ask her who the hell picks locks with bread, but was already falling back to sleep before I could get the words out.

Douglas Hulick