Hospitality

Before long, I found myself, groggy in my bones, being woken up by the call of Ash's knocking.

Lunch was ready, piping hot and freshly made, with tender, love and care sprinked in abundance.

My little episode of nearly getting in touch with my spiritual side still had me reeling, as such, Ash's long-yearned homemade meals didn't hit me as hard as it should have. Which honestly, was the sourest note you could start the midday on.

Sera joined in on partaking in lunch, sitting closely and quietly beside Ash, and ever-so occasionally throwing glances at me that knew all too well that my exhaustion had nothing to do with being sleepy. 

So, I spoke dead people just now, huh? I seem to remember from a darker, somberer time Ria telling me that was an ability of a Speaker that needed years and years of practice to accomplish, and yet there I was just this morning… effectively rushing toward the finish line without even knowing how to run.