created: 2024-02-04T23:28:07+00:00 modified: 2024-02-04T23:53:48+00:00
it's nothing to do with me, they insist. it's the machine. what do you expect me to do about it? i have my suspicions: they seem to fiddle with you a lot, and sometimes i'm sure i even catch a glimpse. who knows what they're capable of?
suspicions aside I can't deny they have a point. I can't prove anything. after all, i would surely see it! it would be right there! i have to trust my eyes, even with that positively rapturous SMELL. it is divine. tonight particularly, i must say you've outdone yourself.
it's moot though, i suppose. they're gone, and it's just you and me. you, and me, again. you, sitting there, aromating, and me. here, being driven out of my mind.
i used to resent it, you know. the long hours, the dark, the cold, in here with you. it used to get to me, i'd yowl, I'd cry, the temptation and hollow promise had me quite beside myself, desperate. wild, broken.
but you know what? you know how i feel know? i i expect it. i RELISH it. i, like you, am clockwork. we both know how this goes. we are together, entwimed in this dance, with only one finale.
i have learned my patience.
i have learned to pass the hours, scent catching in my throat. hunger focuses the mind. i anticipate our time together, you and me. i value and appreciate it. after all, without strife, what is victory? what's the payoff without the struggle?
i can sleep - can you? i can put to bed my desires; feelings; my pure, raw instincts: and i can dream. sometimes i dream of you - or them - but i dream also of the hunt. the real hunt, you know, with trees, grass, the moon. i am master of the hunt.
what of you? you can't hunt. you can't even move. all you can do is sit. and tick. and smell. i don't think you sleep. I don't think you dream. I don't think you think, not a bit, not at all. all this time and you've given nothing - i doubt you ever will.
but you know, it's getting late. that's quite enough of all that. some of us need our beauty sleep.
I'll see you in the morning.