Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
I got so excited whilst working to perfect this process that I forgot to eat today.
It’s going to be one of those things that I think is completely amazing and everyone will ignore because that’s how the Internet goes right? YOU KILL MY JOY