Hello Silly Pea,
It still feels strange to not talk to you. Hope you managed to rest for a bit last night. I had many vivid dreams about you. One involved us being in the same class and going for a music exam. When the examiner came out to say that it'd take a while because candidates must be tested individually, you magically produced a bed complete with comforter and pillows, so we could cuddle in it while we waited. It was sweet, and very you. I woke up earlier than I had hoped, tired, but I imagine it's far, far worse for you.
https://www.nationalgeographic.com/science/phenomena/2015/04/24/when-hubble-stared-at-nothing-for-100-hours/
This popped up again on Reddit this morning. I've read it before, and I think you would appreciate a story like that, whether for a nugget of unimportant information, or for inspiration, wherever you may need it.
Pointing a telescope in space at a seemingly empty patch of sky for a hundred hours. Who'd have thought? Courage is a strange, strange thing. I've been thinking about how it's probably the one thing keeping you here. It can't simply be tenacity, stubbornness, or hope in isolation, at least from what I can see. Truth be told, I shudder to imagine what I'd have done in your shoes; I wouldn't be surprised to log into Facebook and see you gone, actually.
But fear is the mind-killer, and there's little point fearing what I cannot control. I will download Game of Thrones tonight, and work on your laptop while that's happening.
Silly Tree
