OH my gosh, right when I thought sleeping was finally safe, there's the devil after me AGAIN and it gave me quite a fright.
I guess I tangled up my tubes and thought I was suffocating something horrific. It was quite a battle with the devil to get my soul back, it was trying to snatch it out of my hands, but we fought and I won. Now I am out of breath, exhausted, and wide awake.
I have this sensation that we are one less soul in the hospital tonight. The devil got one and tried their luck at two... but that old fart wasn't counting on a mermaid with a few up her old sleeve.
I already tagged my toe "no horizontal exit", can't the devil read?