I have always wanted to write this at the beginning of something:

The following is a completely true story written by a fictitious person. Reader beware.

It is 1:47 CT and I am an insomniac. Beyond tired–searching.

For some time now I have wanted to write a book of love stories dedicated to one of my most precious muses–ASW.

She knows who she be.

Called Sleepless.

Think of this as the preface, the proviso, the Beware of Dog sign posted on the jammed door of my soul.

Proceed at your own risk….

And sweet dreams.

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