Ches 1, 1492 DR – Hunting Hags

I slept on Robyn last night. I woke up…covered in paint…on top of him. What did I SAY? Did we DO anything? Did I snore? Oh god please don’t let me have snored. What if I …what if I passed gas!? What if I talked in my sleep?! DID I TALK IN MY SLEEP?!? He gave me a strange look this morning. He’s never going to fall in love with me. I am going to die of embarrassment before I even ask him if he likes me. This is my curse. Whatever other curse my sisters and I share, surely this is my version of it, to be completely invisible to the one person in all the realms that I would literally die for.