Please imagine you are sleeping, fitfully. There is a ... pressure on your chest. What is this ... great weight on your breast? Hazy and confused you part your sleepy eyes.
And get the macro view of this face, filling your world. Everything is Pica. Looking into your eyes. Waiting. But for what?
The warm weight on your chest shifts, a tiny paw touches your chin.
"Wake up. Isn't it time you did something for me?"
It is well past that time. And? You know it.
This is how i LIVE.