Somehow after he fed from me August got me to bed. I remember bits of the night, but not much. Today he was in good spirits and sweet as could be.
I read his tarot in bed and the Universe saw fit to give him a positive one.
āSon of Cups. You get this one a lot, donāt you? A reminder to allow yourself to be creative, to have fun. Donāt take yourself too seriouslyā
āI have been rather stressed out of late,ā he twisted a strand of my hair around his fingers. āThank you, by the by.ā
āI didnāt do it for you,ā I pulled my hair from his grasp, it was wet and cold. āI didāt want you to murder the entire neighborhood.ā
āFeeding is survival. Youāre saying wanting to survive is taking myself too seriously?ā
āOk, one, youāre dead. You actually arenāt surviving. And two, Iām not saying anything. The Universe is.ā
He picked up another strand of hair.
āYou getting out of bed today?ā
āI donāt think so.ā I pulled the covers back over my head and slept.
I suspect he's draining her energy on the QT, just a little, so he can keep her going and have someone to talk to. Either that or she's got a vitamin deficiency. Or...