Today We Are All This Little Girl

Is anyone else tired to the point of tear-stained exhaustion? I know it can’t just be me and this little girl. Between the election and the storm and Halloween, it’s too much! Sometimes you just want to walk out into the woods, your feet crunching through the dead and dying leaves, and find some quiet, little clearing out in the middle of nowhere where the only sound is the beating of your own heart, and you want to dig a hole in the soft, cool earth, a hole big enough for your own body, and you want to lie down in that hole and wait for the forest trolls to bury you so you can sleep forever. You know what I mean? I guess maybe I could just go to bed a little earlier. But I think I’ll head to the forest and take my chances with the trolls. Oh sweet forest trolls, I am ready for your precious benediction! Take me away to the land of gorgeous dreams! This little girl knows what I’m talking about:

WHO ARE YOU VOTING FOR, FOREST TROLLS?! “Gabe, that’s personal!” WHATEVER, TROLLS, I HAVE A HUNGER, MAKE ME A CLOUD AND ACORN SANDWICH! “Why did we ever invite him into our realm?!” WINTER IS COMING! “Ugh.” (Thanks for the tip, werttrew.)