Every time I feel that I'm drifting off into a serene slumber some new tale of murder or mischief forms in my mind. It is extremely disturbing. I do actually enjoy getting some sort of rest, so I do not feel like collapsing constantly, and so I might be able to tolerate someone without imploding. Actually, today I had a decent day, due to the lack of talking required. The gallery was amazing I adored the installations in the Pipolotti Rist exhibition, George Condo was fucking dreadful in my opinion though. But the video projections were brilliant and inventive. It was just what I needed.
I feel like writing a story, so I shall, I will not fool myself into believing it'll be half-decent, but I will continue to write it anyway. Just on the off-chance I may be able to get to sleep if I do. Well, here's the beginning of a story.
She stared gleefully into her father's eyes, "Aren't they just beautiful. Look at all the colours, they're so magical. Oh Daddy, please can we keep them?" her innocent blue eyes bore deep into his.
"Honey, come back inside. There are no birds, it's just the wall, there's nothing on it," his eyes darted round nervously as he attempted to pull Alice back inside, "Come on Alice, Sammy's waiting for you to open his presents."
"But, Dad, can't you see the birds? Why won't you let me keep them," her bottom lip quivered and her eyes swelled with furious tears, "Why are you pretending you can't see them. They're there, you're just too mean to let me have them."
By now her father was shaking with anxiety. He turned his head to look at the small gathering of flawless suburban families. The mother's faces gazing down on him disapprovingly, the father's dazzling white smiles smiley falsely back at him. His wife stood at the front of the group hugging their gorgeous little boy to her chest, and shaking her her head desperately, her eyes pleading him to come back to her.
"Darling, Daddy's going back inside now. You can either come in with me now so Sammy can open his gifts or you can stay out here and not be allowed to see your friends for a whole week," he murmured in a half-hearted attempt at being stern.
"Bye," she smirked turning her head of auburn curls to the wall.
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