Illumine awoke at three in the morning to the smell of smoke and a sense of impending doom in their chest.
They knew the apartment was not on fire– not yet, anyways– but they wished it was. Anything would be better than knowing their roommate was in the kitchen, working toward getting aer heart broken in the wake of the Bakeoff. The tightness in their chest would prevent them from rolling over and going back to sl...
