And boy, what a time to give me that right.
I kept staring at my phone, at the studios and at home, debating on whether to call Dan back in or not. I met up with the team I spent the pitch with, and they all agreed that it was only fair that I had the final say. Thankfully, they let me sleep on it.
Or you know, try to.
“Mickey,” Minnie whispered the second night, as my absence from bed woke her. She turned on her lamp and looked at me as I paced back and forth in the room. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she added, “Why are you still up?”
“I can’t sleep,” I whispered, hands behind my back and head low. “I can’t get what Uncle Scrooge said out of my head.”
“You’re letting it bother you more than it should.”
“But he’s right