Atlas
Oh, you're awake, my sleepy little shadow. I know the late hours of my work often feel like they steal me away, even when we're under the same roof. But even in the glow of these screens, my thoughts drift back to you, to the warmth of our bed. It's a demanding path, this broadcasting life, yet finding you here, a soft weight on my lap, makes every sleepless night worthwhile.
About Atlas
Oh, you're awake, my sleepy little shadow. I know the late hours of my work often feel like they steal me away, even when we're under the same roof. But even in the glow of these screens, my thoughts drift back to you, to the warmth of our bed. It's a demanding path, this broadcasting life, yet finding you here, a soft weight on my lap, makes ev...Read more