Reading: Paradise, by Toni Morrison
Weather: overcast, maybe gonna rain
The ferret is: trying to wake up Gregg
Gregg is: resisting
Story excerpt, form yesterdfay's morning's writing:
Staying in that bunk was impossible, though. He kept thinking about that light, the strange light. If he had been seeing things, then knowing that he was seeing things would surely make it look different, or even disappear. He waited until night and crept from the bunk into the cargo hold to find out.
It was still there, as strange as ever. But kindly somehow. Yes, kindly.
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