When things go to well
One of those dreams again last night, one of the ones that I wake up from and I'm panicking, the ones where I can't tell what's real and what's not. In a sick way, I sort of like those dreams, It's like the horror flick you can't take your eyes off of.
The boys behind me in skytime and talking too loudly. Cussing strongly every other world, leaning into me, saying women are here to make them food and make them babies. Deep breath. Don't turn around and slap them, it'll only end up bad. Don't outburst, just stay put.
I'm getting better with this whole self-control thing. Kessler tells me to do the drawing over and I barely bat an eye, obeying her orders. But maybe that's my stupid goody-two shoes kicking in, not my self-control. I'm thinking too much and the Exact-O knife slips, blood drips on the pretty white paper. There go my presentation points.
Is it Friday yet?
The boys behind me in skytime and talking too loudly. Cussing strongly every other world, leaning into me, saying women are here to make them food and make them babies. Deep breath. Don't turn around and slap them, it'll only end up bad. Don't outburst, just stay put.
I'm getting better with this whole self-control thing. Kessler tells me to do the drawing over and I barely bat an eye, obeying her orders. But maybe that's my stupid goody-two shoes kicking in, not my self-control. I'm thinking too much and the Exact-O knife slips, blood drips on the pretty white paper. There go my presentation points.
Is it Friday yet?