He fell asleep still dressed, curled into pillows atop his hotel-room bed; he woke up precisely on time, and did not recall any dreams, so that was promising.
He flung himself into the shower, briefly, and then into different clothing because the morning had become chilly, mist-drenched and shimmering; he ran downstairs and waved at today’s driver.
When he got to his trailer he discovered that someone had thoughtfully left a large stack of DVDs just inside the door. Every single movie from Jason Mirelli’s filmography. Topped with a sparkly red bow. Adrenaline Spike sat on top.
Colby stared at the bow, pondered whether he could conceivably strangle Leo with sparkly ribbon, and decided regretfully that this might be frowned upon.
He wrote out a thank-you note instead, on a page artistica
