I did it once as a kid because I was so excited to go on a trip. I went to bed in my clothes, all picked out. Shoes on. Ready to face the day. So excited I could barely sleep.
We of course left the house one hour later than intended because my family are perpetually tardy.
I did it once as a kid because I was so excited to go on a trip. I went to bed in my clothes, all picked out. Shoes on. Ready to face the day. So excited I could barely sleep.
We of course left the house one hour later than intended because my family are perpetually tardy.
And that’s the origin story of my villain arc.