He rests. I watch. Not so
Much standing guard as just
Observing. Exhibit, art gallery-
esque. He probably dreams of
Amusement, testing whatever
He can. Dining his way.
He’s exhausted me this morning–
But I wouldn’t
Have it
Another
Way.
Want him 2 wake, but don’t. There’s
Too much for me, the gallery
Guest to appreciate.
Appreciate?
No… Love.
He’s brought me 2Life, this
little figure.

(10/9/12, Tuesday)