"I don't owe explanations" she said in a cantaloupe
voice "But since you questioned so prettily Love: The last slice of pizza
sits in the box between us waiting to see
who will claim it first is the only answer i can provide."
It worked for me once in a world of blue marmalade, it was a
freak accident with food coloring, don't ask for details, you'll understand
when you're older.
She smiles at nonsense that would make Alice's head spin and
wipe the smirk off that damn cat's ... face? or is that... no, no... she's
lost that train of thought...
she bats the mouse away from her window...back into the teacup
where he belongs and asks "just what do you have in your pocketses?" She watches
as Hester
Prynne tears off the arms of Arthur and wishes that had happened in American
Lit. It did happen once in a dream. Since dream is reality and reality scary,
she pulls her
arms into her shirt just in case.
"I know this world." she thinks, "I've been here once before."
He tells her to type as she speaks and she shifts perspective.
I... I... I... I have to do something to break this monotony.
I'm waiting on somebody to take me away from here.
I think he's perfect, although not in his own eyes, and he'll
never know I exist anyway, but perhaps I can bring him here with me. I close
my eyes and whisper:
"Mickey..." knowing no one here will tell...and he will mistake it for a
dream.
I think his arm close to mine was torture. Why couldn't he just
reach over...just once would have been fine. I smile anyway and hope.
Your mouse tried to kill me. Flew at me in a mad rage like some
kind of twisted up chainsaw (fixed with duct tape of course) toting mad man.
I hope you're satisfied.
I...I...I... I have to do something to prove my worth.
I hand you a jellybean filled futon and wonder how it got in
my room. I think you dropped this...
I grin and the stage is set for...