It was two o’clock in the morning, and I awoke to the sound of a man’s voice. The Other-half was away for work, and my two cherubs peacefully asleep. I had been immersed in the world of the Immortal Instruments, reading away the evening, absorbed in the battle between demons and shadowhunters. Even so I was not afraid. I knew the voice was that of the tortured soul, Anakin Skywalker. “If you are not with, you’re my enemy!” Anakin sulked. I untangled myself from the sheets, and found poor Bella-dog looking startled and disheveled on the rug next the action figure. Ah, I thought, Bella has managed to set the blasted thing off. Giving her a pat, I rescued Anakin, put him on the counter and went back to bed. Just as I was getting comfortable, “I shouldn’t have done that it’s not the jedi way”, too right Skywalker, you shouldn’t have. I heaved my weary self out of bed again. “I’m not the jedi I should be” the moody figure extolled. His voice seemed to be shouting throu...
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