I set Blithe in his crib-bed-thing and drape a light blanket over him. Giving him his stuffed dog, I watch him yawn and close his eyes. Once he's asleep, I head back downstairs and to Halee.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I'll admit the two turtle doves are growing on me, but there are ten birds in this house already and we both know geese are feathered bioweapons of mass destruction. — Silvern