»The original story about this was, I was reading about ›Death of John Lennon‹ in a newspaper. And one of the accounts was that the cop who took him to hospital after he’d been shot said ›Do you know who you are?‹ 'cause apparently that’s what they say to try and, you know, ›I'm Sally Burgess.‹ - ›Oh she’s not too badly off then.‹ But you know in John’s case it was particularly crazy 'cause, you know, it’s like a fan almost ›Do you know who you are?‹ ... and it always - oh my god - strangest remark that to me.
I told Carl about this. So we, that's what the nurse now says to the girl in bed as if - in the same way - ›Do you know who you are?‹ That's what she says.«
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
- the third stanza of
Rock Me To Sleep by Elizabeth Akers Allen
To drive an F1 car in Vegas will be special. I think driving at night under the lights of all the hotels down the strip is going to feel unbelievable. It’s been on my mind all year. I raced there a lot in karts when I was young, and it was one of the most special races of the year. Now being able to come back in an F1 car is going to be insane.
It’s funny, in a way, it feels kind of like a homecoming.
One thing I’ll be thinking about, as I put my suit and my helmet on, are the people who took the biggest chance on me before anybody else. The only people who could ever really know how much this means.
Mom. Dad. Dalton. Thanks for sacrificing everything.
The queen was drinking heavily, but the wine only seemed to make her more beautiful ; her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a bright, feverish heat to them as she looked down over the hall. Eyes of wildfire, Sansa thought
Sayaka is cold and she knows it. Always has been, always will be. She's used to just getting cold more easily than others. She just has no idea how cold she feels to others until the day Madoka tries to grab her hand and suddenly backs off with a gasp.
"Sayaka, you're freezing!" She tells her. Madoka explains to her how her skin feels like she just took a long swim in ice water, ready to take her to the nurse because what if she's sick-
Sayaka assures her she's fine, and silently wonders wether it's because of the circumstances of her witch, or the fact that she's dead that made it worse.
Sayaka is cold and she knows it. Always has been, always will be. She's used to just getting cold more easily than others. She just has no idea how cold she herself felt until Mami decided the Holy Quintet needs to have a sleepover.
They're watching a movie - The little mermaid, and Sayaka desprately tries not to laugh out loud at the irony of her watching that - while sitting on the sofa. Homura in the right corner with Madoka sitting suspiciously close next to her, and Mami leaning onto Madoka while Bebe switches where she sits every five minutes. On the left side sits Kyoko and Sayaka next to her.
It's clichee, really, but Sayaka shivers, because it's just a thing Sayaka Miki does like zoning out when her orchestra is playing a particularly nice tune in her head. But Kyoko notices and raises her arm. Sayaka realizes what it means, the fact that she's avoiding looking at her just makes it more clear, so she goes ahead and cuddles into Kyoko's side and once she's settled an arm comes resting around her.
Sayaka is pretty sure that despite the darkness of the room Mami and Bebe noticed the change of position, and usually she'd be just a little concerned what remarks that might earn but she can't bring herself to care, because Kyoko's warm. She's so warm it's honestly unfair Sayaka thinks.
It's not even like this is the first time they touched, an arm over the other's shoulder, a playful punch, or even their fun fights always have them touching, so why she only realizes now how warm Kyoko is, is beyond her.
But here she is, nuzzling into her side and basking in a warmth that fills her chest and makes her heart do all sorts of funny things and it's- too much.
It's way too much and even if this is why Sayaka's here, it serves as a cruel reminder that the days of her being able to feel like this are numbered. So she holds back the emotion in her throat and chest that wishes to break out and take what it longs for and never let it go again, and presses her face into Kyoko's side. Sayaka holds onto her just a little bit tighter, let's the warmth ease the ache in her heart and hopes with all she is that she gets just a single day more to feel the warmth of home.