I tried to make this place my place
Saturday morning through Tuesday morning, July 26-28
Happy dreams of spinnin' carousels and bright lights all whirlin' 'round each other, and playin' in fields with puppies. Didn't think I could get to sleep at all after last night, but I did. Too tired not to, I guess. And Zann's still there when I wake up, all tangled up in sheets'n me. My Tereixa. Makes me grin just to look at her, just to think about it, even though I'm still dead tired from all that painting, and my arm's gettin' sore where I cut it.
The painting I made last night is still there when I wake up too, stars still twinklin' and tent scraps still flappin' in the night wind, 'cause it's always night in that little frame-window...
...night wind. Oh no. Danika.
Oh shit.
What do I tell her? What can I tell her? How can I hurt my little gold princess with her strict ma and sweet teddy bear and all? But I can't keep goin' 'round with Danika, not now that I've got Zann. Not when I always wanted Zann.
I go out lookin', even though I don't know where she is. Into the town and ask around - nobody knows Danika, and I ain't even got her last name or her ma's name so I can't ask for her by that. I go out 'round the edges of the town, and I find the wind farm that Zann told me 'bout and the nice fella who owns it, but not Danika's farm, and he don't know where it is neither.
So I just go home at the end. Gotta wait for her to come to me, like we said. And oh heck it's gonna be hard tellin' her, but I gotta do it.
In the mornings I go out looking, in the afternoons I work on the new banner for the puppet show, and at night I paint Tezcatlipoca, over and over, tryin' to get it right.
And in between, I see my Zann. My Tereixa.
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Happy dreams of spinnin' carousels and bright lights all whirlin' 'round each other, and playin' in fields with puppies. Didn't think I could get to sleep at all after last night, but I did. Too tired not to, I guess. And Zann's still there when I wake up, all tangled up in sheets'n me. My Tereixa. Makes me grin just to look at her, just to think about it, even though I'm still dead tired from all that painting, and my arm's gettin' sore where I cut it.
The painting I made last night is still there when I wake up too, stars still twinklin' and tent scraps still flappin' in the night wind, 'cause it's always night in that little frame-window...
...night wind. Oh no. Danika.
Oh shit.
What do I tell her? What can I tell her? How can I hurt my little gold princess with her strict ma and sweet teddy bear and all? But I can't keep goin' 'round with Danika, not now that I've got Zann. Not when I always wanted Zann.
I go out lookin', even though I don't know where she is. Into the town and ask around - nobody knows Danika, and I ain't even got her last name or her ma's name so I can't ask for her by that. I go out 'round the edges of the town, and I find the wind farm that Zann told me 'bout and the nice fella who owns it, but not Danika's farm, and he don't know where it is neither.
So I just go home at the end. Gotta wait for her to come to me, like we said. And oh heck it's gonna be hard tellin' her, but I gotta do it.
In the mornings I go out looking, in the afternoons I work on the new banner for the puppet show, and at night I paint Tezcatlipoca, over and over, tryin' to get it right.
And in between, I see my Zann. My Tereixa.
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