Tonight we bliss out in an Ewok treehouse and things get real deep, as 90's perfumes leave me questioning the texture of reality and Vicki's high school reunion sends us barreling through the bottomless depths of her unconscious and spits us right out into the collective, where we ultimately dream peacefully with our sweet soft chosen Ewok family.
Oh, and I click click clack in real time and unearth some scalding Kimberly tea
Bravo for Bedtime Insta