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In a creaky wood house somewhere deep in the woods. It used to be an old general store I think. Exploring one of the rooms with Ana by my side. It's filled with creepy porcelain dolls. Almost immediately you can sense something off about the room, a dark spiritual heaviness.
Realizing how unsettling it is I turn to Ana and say sternly, "We need to leave."
I try to turn the doorknob of the front door to the house but it's locked on the inside. We can feel the spiritual presence start to take form and suddenly I'm jolted into a new scene waking up in Ana's bedroom. I'm fiddling with a blender of some kind by her closet. A strange sounding alarm goes off on the floor beside me. I turn around and ask her, "What is that?" As soon as I ask I'm pounded by a spiritual force and fall to the ground.
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Waking up breathing heavily and half snorting – drooling uncontrollably. It was just a nightmare.
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Next to Ana in her bed. I make fun of her lips, which still have chocolate from the brownies last night.
Me: "Poopy lips! I didn't know you liked poop."
She likes to pinch me whenever I give her a hard time.
Ana: "How many more pinches do you want today?"
Downstairs, we each make our own oatmeal side by side. She has her recipe and I have my recipe, one of the only foods we like to make separately.
Steel Cut Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maca Powder, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Strawberries, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Coffee with Cream and Honey.
Installing a white shelf on Ana's bedroom wall.
Banana.
There's some confusion on a couple canceled lessons today. I end up only teaching two.
Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Butter and Jam. Soy Flaxseed Tortilla Chips with Hummus. Pu-erh Tea.
At The Escape with Ana. To our disappointment the sauna is malfunctioning.
Back home. Having a little sexy time with Ana.
Leftover Lentils with Mixed Greens Salad. Coconut Flour Brownie.
Driving to Josiah's storage unit to practice with him and Calum for a couple hours.
Back home.
Sipping on Ginger Pear Tea.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] 19th Century Marbled Paper. Turkish on Stormont Pattern.
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