The Night Before You Got Here, Beautiful Thing

The story addict in my brain opened the door instead of the rational being. Do you get it? The allure of even fear. He said his name was Randall, and he hoped his wife hadn't disturbed my sleeping. She takes things like that real heart, he told me. Judge not unless you be judged, he misquoted. I'm sorry you had to see anything weird, but it's all over now. May she will get better.