Renae Rude - The Paranormalist
I dragged my husband to hell last night.
Lately, I’ve been running on too little sleep, so last night I decided to take a hot bath and turn in early (for me.)
At about about 1:30 am, I finished ripping off my skin with my new, incredibly effective, exfoliation cloth. It’s a chore, but it makes you all silky-smooth. It also restores a kind of tactile sensitivity that you didn’t even know you’d lost. You “feel” more — a warm breeze which would have been pleasant before the flaying, is even more noticeable and more pleasant afterwards. (The reason this matters will become clear in a bit.)
After applying restorative unguents and potions all over, I crept into our bedroom where Ogre had been asleep for an hour or two. The TV was turned on and a PBS show was filling the room with a dim light and a soporific drone. The cat — who is…
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