Current mood:	stressed
Current music:	writing to reach you - travis

sleep pretty darling, do not cry
I am very tempted to stage a nervous breakdown in full view of everyone reading this, but even I, attention whore that I am, can't quite bring myself to do it.

But I can tell how stressed out I am by my overwhelming desire to do nothing but sleep, sleep and sleep some more.

Alas, 'tis not to be.

So, if you've left me a comment or sent me an email or feedback or something non-Remix-related, it'll probably be a while before I get to answering.

I have my own story still to finish editing, and all of yours to upload into the database (Diebin (tylergrrls) is a goddess, and I am exceptionally grateful to her for all her hard work), acknowledgement emails to send out, spreadsheets to update, etc. etc.

I had a MWPP dream last night - Sirius was watching Madam Pomfrey take Remus to the shack one winter afternoon. It was snowing, and Sirius was ill himself and couldn't follow.

I can close my eyes and still see the stark imagery of the snow, churned grey by hundreds of booted feet, packed flat and fading to pristine white beneath wide sweeps of the Willow's flailing limbs. Pomfrey in a dark red cloak like blood against the snow, her hair dark and pulled back into a bun, a red beret on her head, Remus, taller and slimmer, hatless, hair caramel brown in the weak winter sunlight, his black wool coat a startling blank amid the white, his steps sure, his hand at Pomfrey's waist to keep her from slipping on any hidden ice, always such a polite boy, that Remus Lupin...

The next morning, Sirius wakes slowly, head still stuffy, skin hot with fever, turning to look at the boy in the next bed over, covered in thin cotton pajamas and bandages already stained copper with blood, sleeping fitfully, and Madam Pomfrey bustling about in the background.

That's all I remember of the dream - those two scenes. I have no idea what happened in between. I think I *was* Sirius, or seeing through his eyes, anyway.

I want to sleep now and go back into that dream, so Sirius can crawl into bed next to Remus, even though he's feverish and probably contagious, because Remus would curl into his warmth and ease into a more restful sleep.

Sigh.