Fio is healed. She didn't have to struggle to consciousness even once last night to clear her nose so she could breathe. No squirrely dreams either. She awoke as Husband's alarm clock rang at 5:30 in the middle of a sane dream she was having in which a delightful restaging of The Mikado was being performed on a private stage on an English country estate, somehow solving all the problems of the heroine of the main story.
Now, this is a dream that makes sense to Fiorella, but she wishes she could remember the details. All she can recall is a lot of colorful costumes and maybe interference from HMS Pinafore.
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