<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Thom Butler on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/thom-butler/</link><description>Recent content in Thom Butler on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/thom-butler/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sleep</title><link>/stories/2013/12/21/sleep/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Dec 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/12/21/sleep/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lily didn’t wake up from her alarm, so she knew it must be the weekend (she treated her writing very much like a 9 to 5 job, and always woke promptly at 8 on weekdays). She did, however, come awake from the dull ache protruding from her nipples.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It must still be nighttime, she thought as she opened her eyes and was only greeted by pitch black. I just need to stretch my arms and fall back asleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>