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...I can't believe he lied to me. How could he lie to me? He said he'd brush my fur. Said he'd brush. Promised he'd promised then didn't. Promised again. Didn't. Now all this fur. All this fur is itchy. Itchy, itchy, itchy. I want get this fur OFF. Oh, oh, I hope so much a brush is soon. The edge of the table won't due. Oh' please brush me. Keep your promise. ...So much, so much fur. Grows and grows and grows. I don't know where it goes if not a brush. Go, go, go from my body. Itchy, itchy, itchy... |
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That new thing. I hear it. Is it okay? Is it in trouble? Do it need my help. I'll go see. I'll go see and help it if it needs help. It's a baby, so maybe it needs help. Maybe I can save it? Where is it? Down stairs. Down these stairs and right there. Right there on the chairs. It's just sitting there crying and screaming. It looks okay. It look upset, but there, there isn't anything wrong with it. I don't think. There could be. Let see. I will smell it. It smells fine. It smells like a baby should. Like sour milk. It's still there. So I will. I will just go back to sleep. How can I go back to sleep with all that crying? I can't, so I won't. I will just wait here until someone else come to take care of it before I leave. I need to make sure it's safe. Once it's safe I will go. I will go to sleep... |
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...Why can't I...Why can't I...Why can't I get to my spot. The door closed. That's closed too. And that door to. Basement? Should I sleep in the basement? There is something new behind that door. What's new? What's the change? feels like another human. Strong, but young. Something. Basement. Others here. Who are they? Don't care. Go down stairs. Not new thing to house. There are ghosts in the basement to talk will. A big Chair. A pillow. There they are. OH NO! Go, go, go, go, run. There. Go there. Yes, made it duck low. No one is looking. Don't look at me. Almost there. Door open. Look at him see, >Don't shut the door please.< Down the stairs. Down, Yes, down the stairs, there, there, there. Yes. The big chair. A pillow too. I can see the sun. Good. Good. No calm. And focus. That's good. Quiet. Now I will meditate. What to meditate about. Life. I will meditate about life. The beam of light shall be my focus to see the world. And when the sort of strangers leave I will go search for the new life I feel. Maybe the ghosts will see to me about the new life. |
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