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Mechanical Joy
At An End:
I had gotten a new room. Easier then moving the bed out? I also have new needs. A bed, such as the one I had, is not on the list now. The nurse is nice, kind. Guess I like her. I had told her how happy I am, now after I changed. How it feels.
I had realised, I can sleep standing, still, I think I need something to rest my body against. A new table I could place my plate and glass on. Then I need a pillow, to rest my head on Maybe I still should consider getting a bed, but a centaur one at that?
Then I need a saddle? My baby sister would love that. I could teach her to ride, all on my own. Since I have all, but the saddle. I could instruct her, like none other could. The thoughts followed me all the way into sleep.
I could see myself with the new saddle, my sister riding me. Sometimes I was a pony, sometimes I'm the Centauress. That's the logic of a dream, isn't it, it really doesn't need to make sense. That's why they are dreams.
I had realised, I can sleep standing, still, I think I need something to rest my body against. A new table I could place my plate and glass on. Then I need a pillow, to rest my head on Maybe I still should consider getting a bed, but a centaur one at that?
Then I need a saddle? My baby sister would love that. I could teach her to ride, all on my own. Since I have all, but the saddle. I could instruct her, like none other could. The thoughts followed me all the way into sleep.
I could see myself with the new saddle, my sister riding me. Sometimes I was a pony, sometimes I'm the Centauress. That's the logic of a dream, isn't it, it really doesn't need to make sense. That's why they are dreams.