I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.Lochlan is sleeping this morning as I trace his features. Actually he's holding his breath while I draw circles around his nose and chin and each eye. I write bits of poetry across his forehead with my fingertip and I write IMPOSSIBLE in block letters because that's what we are. Eventually I get bored trying to wake him up and I start to hum while I draw shapes around his lips and cheeks and then trace the tattoos on his arms for good measure.
~Anais Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart.
Abruptly his eyes fly open and he grabs my hands and pulls me in close with a yell.
Jesus, Lochlan! I'm going to pee my pants!
Thank God you're not wearing any, then. Save yourself some trouble. He lets go and flops back into the sheets. Why can't you just give me a shake to wake me up like normal people?
I knit my eyebrows. What's normal?
That thing everyone else is.
That's ridiculous! Who would want to be normal?
Good point. Can I please sleep some more?
Heck no! We need to go find some things.
What?
Coffee.
What else?
Breakfasty...things. I'm starving.
Okay. Give me ten minutes to take a shower.
Why can't you spend the day in your pajamas?
Because then no one takes me seriously. He stumbles off to the bathroom and I'm left cold, sitting in the middle of the bed and surprised at what he said.
That's the whole point, Lochlan!