Ja voll, Fraulein Angermeier!

Did I spell that right, Barbara? Anyway, Norwegian is the larger part of my heritage, but there's a decent percent of German in there, too. How did you guess?

Since I want to nap, I went with it:

And floating. That idea sounded so perfectly lovely, to be held aloft by billowing surf like clouds, to be covered in a saline warmth like down blankets. Abandoned Child, so tired, plucked the girl fruit from her home in the heart of the tree, and she came willingly, and he put the fruit in his pocket where it instantly shriveled and dried into a wrinkled and leathery version of itself, and with this piece of leathery fruit in his pocket, Abandoned Child crawled to the beach and laid with his head in the warm sand and let the sun bake his linen tunic and his browned skin underneath, and Abandoned Child closed his eyes and went to sleep, and when the tide came in it carried Abandoned Child out with it, where billowing surf like clouds held aloft the sleeping child, where salty water warmed him like down blankets, where kelp surrounded his slumbering head and waved by his breathing gills, where a whale swallowed the slumbering Abandoned Child, and where he was able, without pain or worry, to become the feast, where he was soon to meet his destiny.

Alright, but I have to go back to the actual novelling instead of the blogging before Adam and the midget incarnate have my head!