Awakening Beauty

In fairytale land, I've been told, sleep may be the key to happiness.
Is it the poignancy of dreams?
...the need for a good night's rest preceding an early morning's journey through the witch's woods?
...the essential duty of the princess to maintain at all times a gloriously radiant complexion?

Well, I happen to be deeply involved in a love affair with strong coffee.. and I like the dark.

(Where was I?)

Oh, anyway...without divulging too much explicit information at this very moment, I would like to express ever so subtly my state of sheer elation and endless gratitude for my current situation.

I've met a pirate.. a pirate with a palette.

I've been flogged (and liked it)

So I subjected myself to Ray Rhamey's flogometer sometime in November, and - to my utter wonderment - he loved this story. Thinks I should expand it. A lot.

I jump up and down for a while, then shrink into my cozy shell.

But I'm back, and I'm in contact with Angel Dominguez - which also makes me jump up and down. We'll see what happens in the coming months...