W&L: Part 3.
When he wakes up next day he feels just fine.
It’s a sunny day
and his leg is not screamming
his head is not on fire
and his bed is more welcoming that never
Oh, everything is so surreal
maybe I’m already death
But he’s sweating
and death people don’t sweat.
Right?
He goes to the living room and directly to the piano, his piano.
It’s just 7 am and he is already starving.
Some cookies must do
Oh yes, he loves cookies
as he loves sunny days without pain in his leg
and puppies with big brown eyes
No, no, no
Nothing about him
Not now
It’s just too late to do anything about it
You know it’s not
Oh yes it is
No it’s not
Who are you? my mother?
And the voice stops
Fine, better.
But even those cookies had something of him.
After all he bought them
and he ate them
and those cookies are as brown as those eyes
Ok yes
maybe it’s not too late
But he won’t talk to me if I don’t do this
You think he’s that bad?
I know that he is worst than that
He left me
when I helpt him
I almost die trying to...
Why am I talking to you after all?
Silence.
But yes, he likes cookies.
As much as he likes Wilson.
TBC