Beatrice, a capuchin, says, “You are insignificant.”
Beatrice says, “No one cares about you.”
Beatrice says, “They expect nothing from you, why bother at all.”
Beatrice is pissing me off. Adder, the lemur, thinks this is just fine. She rejoices in rage. She whispers, “Anger is powerful. Fuck that simpering bitch. Stoke that fire. Let’s get it on.”
I’d rather that they both shut up and let me sleep instead of replaying the days’ minutiae from one point of view and the other in repeating loops of increasing exaggeration until I don’t even know what happened.
tick tick tick
If I go to sleep …n o w…I can still get five hours.