214 - A God, Imagining

Lin

My hot flushes have returned with a vengeance.

I'm pretty sure I took my meds this morning, so I'm really confused.

For now, I'm going to do my best to remain as calm as possible.

Honestly, I am worried, but if I hold out until Friday, I should be ok.

What's more is my dreams haven't exactly been pleasant, either.

The whole of last night's dream played out like a horribly written fanfiction.

Not to mention that someone in system tried to smear my Da's name in the process.

Given the way he talked (rather sexually), and the fact that I was basically looking at Jack Sparrow, I'm pretty sure he was not my father.

Besides all of that, today has been very quiet.

Painfully quiet. 

Somehow, I feel that my physical symptoms may be, at least partially, a result of struggling to socialise regularly.

Affection starvation is definitely not helping.

I miss feeling able to get on a train and go somewhere, hugging friends, having people stay the night, staying the night at theirs...

I miss having company.

Loneliness is no joke.

Yet soon, it seems, that will end. I just have to trust in that.

A hand ruffles my hair.

It will, lad.

A broad smile etches its way onto my face.

Uncle Des!

Jumping up off the sofa, I run up to hug him. He laughs, wrapping me in a bear hug.

Missed me, did ye?

I nod vigorously, and he smickers.

I should visit more often, shouldn't I?

I pout.

Ta! (Yes!)

He snorts, leading me back to the sofa, where as I get comfy, he cocoons me with my throw, before taking a seat himself.

Your Da's looking for ye now.

I nod.

Judging by the dreams world has been trying to feed me, it's pretty serious.

How bad?

Preteen who's watching things beyond their age rating bad.

He stifles a cackle.

Now, don't insult the preteen. I'm sure they could write more creatively than world.

I grin.

Ta, true.

What brings you here, anyway?

He beams.

Family ties.

Your Welsh ancestors and relatives aren't the only ones who want to see you.

Staring at him, I realise.

You're making a beacon.

He nods.

Vannin's the perfect place for everyone to converge - and everyone, from Wales, Scotland, Ireland, England, Kernow and Mannin would be able to see you. 

We're drawing the lines between countries spiritually. Properly. It'll improve Vannin's economy as well.

Essentially, it's a win-win scenario for everybody. Aside from world, but isn't that always the way with us?

My heart grows warm, and my eyes become slightly misty.

Gura mie ayd.

He draws me into another hug.

Of course, lad. Always.

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