Ever since I learned Morse code, it's been difficult to think about much of anything else. I stayed inside my cramped apartment for thirty-six days, watching and listening. The clock's ticking. The erratic flickering of the kitchen light. The patterns of the little line of ants across the coffee table. H. D. W. E. Another W. So many letters. A strange fantasy romance... 18+: some profanity, suggestive scenes and dialogue, minor gore