"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
Send âCan I sleep in your bed tonight?â and my muse will respond to yours asking them that question.
{ life is unpleasant. itâs short and harsh for everyone, be   they wife or boy. perhaps those who live longer have it  worse. their suffering is prolonged. but miss giddy is  not suffering from her own ailments. instead she bites   back a snarl as their ripped away from her. how easy it   is to be consumed by the horror, by the fear.Â
  she says nothing, does she need to? how could she offer   comfort in a time like this? giddy seeks to learn everything   she can about both the old world and the new, but she   hopes never to know what angharad does.Â
  her deepest apology for everything comes in the form of   quickly moving to the left. arms laced with neat, fading   cursive wrap around her thin shoulders. pressing a quick   kiss to her forehead, she pulls the blankets over her.Â
  giddy settles back into sleep with a surge of well-known   sadness. the feeling that sheâs losing her ebbs away. life   is harsh, itâs short and itâs unpleasant but any chance she   can to ease her pain, she âas both teacher and motherâ   will take it. }